Chapter 34: Hogwarts Spirit
As Ravenclaw students rushed to the library, motivated by Nero's stirring words, students from the other houses stood still, their thoughts drifting toward the significance of what they had just heard.
Ember, Alaric, and Lilith each felt the weight of those words, each processing them through the lens of their own house values, and all three realized the importance of seizing the time they had at Hogwarts.
Time.
Nero had emphasized it again and again, and it rang true in every corner of the school.
Time was the most precious thing they had, and they couldn't afford to waste it.
It was Ember who stood first, her fiery Gryffindor spirit unwilling to be outdone.
She strode with determination, her fiery red hair almost seeming to crackle with energy. "Nero's right, you know," she said, her voice loud enough to command attention in front of the Gryffindor tables. "Time is slipping away from us. Every day we waste is one less day we have to become the witches and wizards we want to be. And if we don't make the most of every minute we've got here, then we're dishonoring not just ourselves, but the legacy of our house."
She paused for a moment, letting the weight of her words sink in.
Ember's green eyes swept over the room, locking onto her fellow Gryffindors.