In the brightly lit ballroom of the Nott mansion, the clinking of glasses and the murmur of conversations filled the air.

You stood at the top of the staircase, checking your leather handbag to make sure the golden time turner was still in one piece.

As you observed the guests below, a smooth voice interrupted your thoughts.

"Quite a sight, isn't it?" The voice belonged to a tall, dark-haired wizard who appeared beside you, his piercing eyes gleaming with curiosity.