Odd things happen every year, so why does it feel so different now? There’s something missing from the story, something you were itching to find out.

The autumn breeze nipped at your neck as you strolled outside the school grounds. Besides the sounds of your steps, the air was silent. It was devoid of anything lively. Your thoughts had you spiraling, trying to put a puzzle together with a missing piece. It had to be something— either something minuscule or something grave. This wasn’t the full picture. You were so wrapped up in it you didn’t seem to notice another figure catching up with you.

“Mind if I join you?” A calm voice broke through the silent air, that voice being the new DADA professor. It was Lupin.