That evening, Ravenclaw Tower was unusually quiet. Most students were still buzzing about Luna's success in Herbology, but Luna and Dionida had slipped away early, climbing the spiral stairs to the quieter reading loft beside the tall, arched windows.
Snow drifted outside—soft flakes swirling like tiny glowing feathers in the moonlight. The fire below crackled faintly, sending warm air up through the wooden beams.
Luna sat cross-legged on the floor, rummaging through her satchel with the deep, determined intensity of someone hunting for something very specific.
Dionida watched her, amused.
"What are you looking for? Another plant that talks?"
"No," Luna said calmly. "Something better."
She pulled out a pair of bright, pink-and-blue Spectrespecs, the rims decorated with spirals and tiny, shimmering runes.
She handed them to Dionida with a soft, excited smile.
"I made a few adjustments to these," Luna said. "They help you see wrackspurts more clearly. I thought… maybe you'd like to try them with me."
Dionida felt her heart soften, warm and fluttery all at once.
"You made these for me?"
Luna nodded, pushing her hair behind her ear.
"Well… yes. I thought you'd enjoy it. And wrackspurts—" she lowered her voice dramatically "—they hide the most during winter. But not from these."
Dionida put them on.
The world burst into swirling neon colors—flashes of blue tumbling like bubbles, faint silver trails floating through the air.
"Oh—wow!" she whispered. "Everything looks like a dream!"
Luna put on her own pair, and for a moment, their faces were reflections of bright colors and giggles.
"Look over there," Luna whispered, pointing toward the ceiling.
A long, ribbon-like wrackspurt floated in lazy circles.
"It's a shy one. They don't come close unless they like the people in the room."
Dionida leaned closer to Luna without thinking, shoulder brushing shoulder.
"Do they like us?"
Luna tilted her head, her Spectrespecs glowing.
"Oh yes. You're very warm. Wrackspurts like warm hearts."
Dionida's cheeks warmed.
"You always say things that make everything feel… softer."
Luna smiled gently, gaze drifting from the wrackspurt to Dionida's face.
"You make everything softer too."
The air between them hummed, delicate and sweet.
They lay back on the rug, heads almost touching, watching glowing wrackspurts drift like lazy comets across the enchanted ceiling.
Luna reached out and gently took Dionida's hand.
Not tightly.
Not nervously.
Just… naturally.
Like she had wanted to for a long time.
Dionida's fingers curled around hers, and both of them went still for a moment—the comfortable, heartwarming kind of still.
A wrackspurt drifted between them, spiraling like a tiny star.
Luna whispered, "See? Even they like being around us."
Dionida laughed softly.
"I think I like being around you more."
Luna's cheeks turned a beautiful soft pink.
"That makes me happy."
They stayed like that—looking at magical creatures only they could see—until the fireplace burned low and Ravenclaw Tower was silent except for their quiet breathing.
And for the first time, Dionida felt that Hogwarts wasn't just adventure and chaos.
It was also this.
A warm floor, a pair of silly glasses, glowing winter wrackspurts…
And Luna Lovegood's hand resting gently inside hers.
Later that night, long after most Ravenclaws had gone to bed, Luna tugged gently at Dionida's sleeve.
"Come with me," she whispered.
Her Spectrespecs still rested on her nose, glowing softly in the dim staircase light.
Dionida followed without hesitation. Their hands brushed occasionally on the way down the spiral stairs, making her heart thrum like a charmed hummingbird. They slipped out through the quiet hallways until they reached the courtyard, where snow blanketed everything in a soft, silver hush.
The moonlight made the stone arches glow like something out of an old fairy tale.
Luna let out a breath, watching it fog in the crisp air.
"It's perfect," she murmured. "Wrackspurts love moonlight, and so do other creatures that hide from the noisier students."
Dionida pulled her cloak tighter.
"What kind of creatures?"
Luna didn't answer right away. She was scanning the snow, eyes sparkling behind her colorful lenses.
Then she pointed.
"There."
A tiny creature—no bigger than a rabbit—peeked from behind a snow-dusted bush. It had long ears, a puffed round body, and tiny crystal-like whiskers that shimmered like icicles. Its fur glowed faintly pale blue, like moonlight woven into fluff.
Dionida blinked.
"What is that?"
"A Moonweft Flittering," Luna said casually, as if everyone knew that term.
"It's very shy. They only appear in truly peaceful moments, when the air is quiet and someone gentle is nearby."
Her eyes slid toward Dionida with the softest smile.
The creature sniffed the air, then hopped closer on delicate, glowing paws.
It circled them once—slow, cautious—then stopped near Dionida's boots.
"It likes you," Luna whispered.
Dionida's breath caught.
"I'm… honored?"
"Try holding your hand out. Slowly."
She did, and the little creature stepped forward, placing one tiny paw on Dionida's glove. A soft blue light pulsed where they touched, and Luna let out a thrilled, breathy laugh.
"Oh, Dionida, that's wonderful! They don't do that unless they feel safe."
Dionida felt warmth spread through her chest, despite the cold.
"Does it visit you often?"
"No." Luna stepped closer, standing shoulder to shoulder with her. Their hands nearly touched again. "It's the first time I've seen one come so close."
The creature let out a soft, bell-like chirp before hopping back into the bushes. The faint glow of its body slowly faded behind the snow.
They stood in silence for a moment, watching where it had disappeared.
Then Luna spoke softly:
"Magical creatures can always feel things we don't say out loud."
Dionida turned to her.
"And what did it feel?"
Luna met her gaze through the shimmering lenses of the Spectrespecs.
"That we're good together."
The words slipped between them like warm light.
Dionida swallowed, heart pounding, but Luna wasn't finished. She reached out, gently straightening the Spectrespecs on Dionida's nose.
"I made them for you because… I like exploring with you. It feels like the world becomes more magical."
Dionida didn't look away.
"I feel that too."
A soft snowfall began—tiny white flakes drifting around them like hushed confetti. They stood close, breath mingling in pale fog, the world quiet and silver.
Luna brushed Dionida's hand with her fingertips.
"Come on. Let's go inside before the snow hides all the wrackspurts."
Hand in hand, they walked back toward the castle—slow, quiet steps on the blanketed ground.
Above them, a single wrackspurt spiraled playfully in the moonlight.
And in the silence of the courtyard, the night felt like it was smiling.