Hogwarts, mid-February, 1994.
Everything seemed especially ordinary during this period. With the announcement of the Wizengamot's verdict, the affair had drawn to a close, and the wizards' interest in it slowly faded with time.
The students attended their classes as usual, and life carried on peacefully.
Sylvia had recently noticed something odd about Will—not that he had done anything strange, but he was no longer burying himself in books the way he used to.
For a long time, apart from a small handful of Slytherins, everyone had seen Will as a scholar buried in books, and they all believed he was certain to achieve something in academia.
Sylvia naturally believed Will could succeed academically too, but she could also tell that he had become considerably "lazier" lately—he made time to rest every day, spent a little time with his friends, occasionally even skipped classes, and had started exercising.
Sylvia could tell that Will seemed to be using his Time-Turner less often. She did not understand why, but she was glad he had taken the advice to heart.
[You performed Stamina Training. Stamina EXP +1] [You performed Stamina Training. Stamina EXP +1]
At breakfast one morning, Will walked into the Dining Room, panting after his morning run, sat down beside Sylvia, and gulped down the lightly salted water prepared in advance.
Sylvia ate her fried egg and looked at Will, whose face had flushed bright red from exercise. "You look like a boiled prawn."
"Then I at least hope I'm a wizard prawn who can cast a spell before being boiled, so the boiling water won't scald me." Will wolfed down his breakfast. He was pressed for time.
"Should I call you Wendelin the Weird Prawn, then?" Sylvia was referring to Wendelin the Weird.
Wendelin the Weird was