You scanned the rows of towering shelves.

You were searching for the book Professor Mc'Gonagall had recommended, when a soft humming reached your ears.

Following the sound, you turned the corner and found him—Luno Lovegood. He was perched on the edge of a desk, his legs swinging lazily beneath him as he strung together a necklace made of peculiar-looking shells and feathers. His tie was askew, his robes slightly wrinkled, his wand tucked on his ear, and his gaze distant as if he was listening to a melody only he could hear.

“You’re not supposed to craft in the library, you know,” you said, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice.

He looked up, his dreamy blue eyes locking onto yours with a faint sparkle. “And yet, here I am,” he replied, his tone light and unbothered. He held up his half-finished creation. “Do you think kelpies prefer shells from freshwater or saltwater? I’m leaning toward saltwater—more flavor, you see.”