Chapter 40: Homecoming
After a full year at Hogwarts, the quiet stillness of Ravenclaw Manor felt both comforting and strange.
The familiar scent of aged parchment and polished wood greeted Nero as his eyes adjusted to the dim, warm glow of enchanted chandeliers.
Banners bearing the Ravenclaw crest hung from the high walls, and the soft hum of protective wards filled the air like a comforting melody.
Witty tugged him toward an armchair near the grand fireplace. "Master Nero will sit! Witty has prepared tea and snacks!"
Before Nero could protest, a tray appeared on the low table, laden with steaming tea, scones, and a selection of jams. He gave in, sinking into the chair with a sigh.
"It's good to be home," he admitted, taking a sip of the fragrant tea.
Witty perched on the edge of a nearby ottoman, his large eyes fixed on Nero.
"Master Nero is different. Witty can feel it. Stronger, but..." The house-elf tilted his head. "Tired, maybe?"
"A lot's happened this year," Nero said, setting the cup down. "I've learned so much, but I still feel like I'm just getting started."
Witty nodded sagely. "Master Nero always pushes himself too hard. But Witty is proud. Master has grown into a true Ravenclaw."
Nero smiled. "Thanks, Witty."