The Hogwarts Express gave a shrill whistle as it clanged into the station, its scarlet engine billowing steam across Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Vizet and his roommates squeezed through the crowd of students and trunks, struggling to board the train. After some effort, they finally found an empty compartment and slipped inside.
Without a word, his roommates opened their bags almost in unison and pulled out their summer homework.
It took Vizet a moment to register the synchronized movement — and the eager glances they were shooting him.
"What exactly are your plans…" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Finish the homework while you're still here, of course!" Anthony said, winking. "The train ride is long — we've got to make good use of it!"
"For once, I'm on Anthony's side!" Michael grinned, slinging an arm over Anthony's shoulder. "Get the work done now, and summer will be pure bliss!"
"Agreed!"
"Me too."
Terry and Chris voiced their support with short, determined nods, already pulling out their copies of A History of Magic to use as writing boards. All four of them now turned to Vizet with expectant looks.
Vizet chuckled and shook his head. "All right, all right. But writing like this is going to be uncomfortable."
He drew a sheet of parchment from his satchel and flicked it into the air.
"Mobilis Fornax."
At the touch of his wand, the parchment shimmered and reshaped itself, transforming into a sturdy desk that settled into the center of the compartment, perfectly sized to share.
"Conjuring a desk just like that!" Anthony clapped his hands. "No wonder you got an 'O' in Transfiguration!"
The others joined in a round of applause before diving into their work with enthusiasm.
Having completed only their first year at Hogwarts, their summer homework was not particularly difficult. Most of it focused on reviewing lessons, reinforcing fundamental spellwork, and writing reflective essays.
Of course, "essay" was the formal term. In reality, they were little more than guided reflections: recaps of key concepts, explanations of spell usage and pronunciation, and a short summary expressing their thoughts on the topic.
Anthony, Michael, Terry, and Chris could manage the basic structure on their own — spelling techniques, syllables, simple reflections — but when it came to crafting a meaningful conclusion or drawing deeper connections, they all looked to Vizet for help.
He had a mind full of references and analogies, and a knack for making abstract ideas feel grounded. A single quote from a class or textbook woven in the right place could elevate the entire paper.
The studious atmosphere in Vizet's compartment soon spread to the next car, drawing the attention of several Gryffindors — among them, Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who came over with curiosity.
"This is actually a brilliant idea..." Harry muttered, glancing at the busy writing and spellwork around the table. But his expression darkened. "Not that it'll matter much... I bet my uncle's going to lock up all my things when I get home."
Harry's situation was, in some ways, similar to Vizet's — both were staying in someone else's home.
But there was a key difference: while Vizet and Luna weren't related by blood, her father treated him with genuine care. Harry, on the other hand, lived with blood relatives... who treated him more like a burden than family.
He had been forced to live in a cupboard under the stairs and was often punished with food restrictions. Only now, after a full year at Hogwarts, had his thin frame filled out slightly — he no longer looked quite so out of place among boys his age.
For reasons he couldn't explain, listening to Harry's quiet account only deepened Vizet's own feeling of homesickness.
To thank Vizet for helping with homework, Harry generously shared his lunch — buying snacks from the passing trolley and offering them freely to everyone.
Michael picked up a packet of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and asked, half-joking, "Didn't you say your uncle's pretty awful? How do you still have money to buy so many sweets?"
Harry took a bite of a cauldron cake and forced a grin. "This is pocket money my parents left me. It's all in wizarding currency — my uncle can't spend it. So I figured... might as well use it to treat my friends."
Faced with such a grim home environment, Harry's sunny disposition felt all the more admirable.
Michael nodded, then thumped Harry lightly on the shoulder. "If you ever get stuck on homework, you can ask me. And if I can't figure it out, well... there's always Vizet!"
Hermione cleared her throat quietly. "Ahem. I'm still here, you know."
The compartment erupted in laughter, and in that relaxed, cheerful atmosphere, the group managed to finish most of their homework — chattering about plans and imagining their upcoming carefree summer.
The train whistled again as Platform Nine and Three-Quarters came into view.
Hermione carefully put away her wand, letting out a small sigh. "What a shame we're not allowed to practice magic over the summer…"
It was a school-wide notice — students underage weren't permitted to use magic outside of Hogwarts during the holidays.
"The rules aren't that strict," Anthony said knowingly, with an air of old wisdom. "As long as there's an adult wizard around, you can still practice. The Ministry won't bother you."
Ron nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Fred and George always do magic at home. They've never gotten a warning."
Vizet added thoughtfully, "If you want to practice and don't live in a wizarding village, you could always visit Diagon Alley."
Hermione's eyes lit up. "That's right! Why didn't I think of that?"
"But I won't be able to get out at all…" Harry muttered, then smirked suddenly. "Still — my uncle doesn't know I can't use magic outside school. I can't wait to see Dudley's face when I pretend to hex him!"
Just then, the familiar hollow voice echoed throughout the train:
"The Hogwarts Express has arrived at the station. Please take your luggage with you to avoid leaving it behind on the train..."
Vizet exhaled softly, picked up his trunk, and followed the swell of students pouring into the corridor.
But then — his heart suddenly skipped a beat. A strange, warm throb pulled at him, and he instinctively looked up.
In the blur of bobbing heads and bustling movement, he thought he saw it — long, pale blonde hair threading through the crowd, vanishing around a distant corner.
He leaned forward slightly, eyes scanning with intent. But the figure was gone, lost in the sea of students and steam.
"Vizet, aren't you coming?" Terry asked, pausing just past the compartment door. "You look like your mind's wandered off without you."
Vizet pressed a hand gently to his chest, still feeling the odd rhythm there.
"I'll wait here a little longer," he said, shaking his head faintly. "You go on ahead."
He remained by the window, listening to the bustle fade around him, the beat in his chest growing faster with every breath — until suddenly, everything went dark.
Something soft and cool had slipped over his eyes.
Then came a familiar, dreamy voice, full of mischief and warmth:"Welcome back."
The touch vanished as quickly as it had come, and in the next instant, Luna stood before him — like a nargle in the fog, appearing without warning.
She had grown taller, and her signature pale blonde hair was tied up loosely, wisps floating like mist. She wore a flowing orange-red dress scattered with twinkling stars, and her fair neck caught the station's weak sunlight like porcelain.
Her eyes gleamed as they met his, and a gentle smile played at the corners of her lips.
Vizet returned the smile, his voice touched with wonder. "I thought I saw you just now..."
Luna nodded, as if that made perfect sense. "I thought I saw you too. So I came quickly."
Around them, the platform bustled with students eager to return home. A few guards had stationed themselves near the barrier, managing the orderly flow through to King's Cross to keep the Muggles from noticing.
Vizet turned to Luna. "Should we wait here a while longer? It shouldn't be a problem, right?"
"Of course not," Luna said, her tone light. "Dad wanted to wait for you outside, but I asked to come in."
It wasn't until the crowds began to thin and the station felt less chaotic that Vizet finally picked up his luggage again and stepped forward — walking side by side with Luna into the first glimmers of summer.
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