Chapter 395: Happy Young Wizards
Young wizards filed out with bags over their shoulders. Cuthbert shook water from his sleeve.
Alex repaired the shattered cup. Hermes had already reached the doorway. Lina and Samuel trailed at the back.
Flitwick tidied his lesson plan at the lectern, The Standard Book of Spells tucked under one arm, and waved the students off as they left.
Regulus stood, left the neat cup of ice on the windowsill, and walked out.
The Great Hall at noon was bursting at the seams.
The long tables groaned under food. Thick slices of Roast Beef lay fanned on white porcelain, Yorkshire Pudding drowned in gravy, mashed potatoes heaped into little mountains, steamed vegetables still smoking, and a whole roast salmon stretched across a silver platter with its skin crisped golden.
Pumpkin Juice and sparkling water lined the centers of the tables for anyone to grab. Baskets of garlic bread had just come from the kitchens, butter melting slow in shallow dishes.
The enchanted ceiling mirrored the sky outside, a bright, clean blue with thin clouds drifting high. Sunlight poured down and fell squarely on the Hufflepuffs at the east table.
Chatter filled the air.