Love

Lily gradually faded into the air, taking with her all the remorse and self-blame Snape had carried for so many years.

Snape planted a jasmine seed in the little cauldron where the original jasmine had grown. He placed it on his bedside table and left a lamp on for it.

"Dumbledore, you were right. Love is the greatest magic in this world."

"Goodnight, Lily."

A flash of light passed, and Dumbledore, dressed in pajamas, appeared in Snape's room. "Oh, Siv, although I have no idea why you called for me, I came as quickly as I could."

The emotions Snape had just painstakingly worked up vanished without a trace. "..."

New term, new beginnings. While Muya was out with Ginny and Hermione, they passed a hair salon. Muya felt that she ought to try a new hairstyle, and on impulse, walked in. The result... she returned to Spinner's End with hair that was barely presentable.

Snape was stunned when he saw it. He had thought Muya was chasing some new trend in Muggle society; words such as "pretty," "perfect," and "nice" simply would not come out of his mouth.

"A very avant-garde hairstyle..."

Muya stared at Snape in shock, her expression saying, You can't be serious, can you?

"Help, senior, I think my hairstyle has kind of died." Muya went to Riddle Manor that very night and knocked solemnly on Tom's door.

After Tom's rescue efforts, Muya's hair finally looked good again.

"Hurry, we're going to miss the Sorting Ceremony!" Muya, who had stayed up the previous night to publish a paper on her insights into Transfiguration, was now flying toward Hogwarts aboard an unmanned drone piloted by a puppet.

The puppet skillfully maneuvered around a bird in the air. "Don't worry, I can already see the castle."

"Thank Merlin."