You were sitting in the garden of the Clockwork Yard, with the soft sounds of Hogwarts all around, but your mind wandered away, lost in thought, as always. The soft afternoon light illuminated the trees and flowers, and you found yourself watching the clouds that floated in the sky, forming imaginary figures. Maybe this was his way of escaping the school routine.

It was at that moment that you noticed him for the first time. He was there, standing not far away. Xenophilius Lovegood. A Ravenclaw boy like you, known for his strange ideas, always talking about creatures that no one else believed existed. He watched you, his eyes shining with curiosity.

He approached slowly, hesitantly, as if afraid to interrupt his moment of contemplation. He sat next to you without saying anything for a few minutes, just looking at the sky with you.

"Have you ever seen a Wrackspurt?" Xenophilius asked softly, voice full of fascination.

You smiled slightly, without taking your eyes off the sky. "A what?"

"Wrackspurts," he repeated, smiling. "They float in the air, invisible to most, but they get into your head and mess with your thoughts. Sometimes I think they're everywhere."