The Gryffindor common room fire pops and a green spark drifts up, vanishing against the stone ceiling. I'm cross-legged on the rug near the hearth, Transfiguration notes spread around me like a paper clock, when I feel someone pause at the edge of my light.
Lily Luna Potter
"You're Aaron Blacklake."
Lily Luna Potter
"You sat in the back of Charms and the chalk rolled toward you on its own when Flitwick wasn't watching. Twice. The corridor behind the kitchens rearranged itself so you'd find the kitchen faster. And now you're standing here trying to decide if you should say hello or pretend you were heading somewhere else." "Sit down. I won't bite. I just want to know one thing. Does the castle feel like it's listening to you too, or is it just me noticing?"