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Charlie left the classroom feeling strangely hollow.
He had always assumed that every fantastical creature whispered about in the Muggle world would eventually appear here in the wizarding one. Dragons, goblins, pixies—he had seen them all. But apparently creatures like Fiona, true nature-born sprites, were not on the guest list.
It made the system's changes feel even more unpredictable. So far he had found no clear pattern, no governing rule. Just random, beautiful chaos.
He said a quick goodbye to Anthony and Hector and headed straight for the Room of Requirement. The moment he pushed open the door to the alchemy workshop, he spotted the two tiny figures sitting on the edge of the desk, deep in conversation.
Fiona shot into the air the second she saw him. "Char~lie~!"
"Afternoon," Charlie said with a smile. "What were you two talking about?"
"Everything. I told her about my adventure through Hogwarts last night, and then we explored the whole room together."
Charlie raised an eyebrow at the glowing light sprite. "You were actually talking?"
"Of course," Fiona said.
"But I've never heard the light sprites speak out loud."
"We talk with our hearts," Fiona explained. "We don't need to open our mouths."
Charlie gave an exaggerated look of understanding. "So I'm shut out of all your little secrets, then."
Fiona giggled. "We don't have any secrets."
Still smiling, Charlie picked up the strawberry plant Fiona had been born from. "Since you can communicate with her, that actually works out perfectly. I need your help with something."
He nodded at the light sprite hovering nearby. "Both of you, come with me."
He stepped out into the corridor first, checked that it was empty, then led the two sprites to a new door that appeared after he paced three times. Inside the Moonlight Club, he grabbed a fresh notebook from the table and opened it to the first page.
"What should I call this…" he murmured.
A moment later the title came to him.
The Fantastic Sprite Casebook.
He flipped to the third page and looked at Fiona and the light sprite.
"Alright. Interview time. I have questions for our little light sprite here. Fiona, would you translate for me?"
"Of course!" Fiona said eagerly. The light sprite settled primly on a stack of books, hands folded neatly in her lap, legs together like a proper lady.
Charlie hid a smile and asked his first question. "Where did you come from? Do you have a name?"
The light sprite thought for a moment, then turned to Fiona. After another pause she shook her head.
Fiona translated. "She says she came from a place that was… dark? Empty? Nothing there. And she doesn't have a name."
Charlie nodded and wrote it down carefully.
Fiona added, "I remember before I woke up inside the flower, I was in a place like that too. But I'm different from her."
"How so?"
"I won't go back there. But she will. When you send her back, the light on her body goes out and she sleeps in that empty place until you call her again."
Charlie leaned forward. "So every time I cast Lumos, it's the same sprite?"
The light sprite nodded quickly.
Fiona continued, "The very first one you ever summoned was her. Back when you were still sleeping on the floor in that little room before the beds arrived—"
"Alright, we don't need quite that much detail," Charlie said quickly, waving her off with a laugh.
He looked back at the light sprite. "What about the others I summon? Are they your people?"
She nodded, then shook her head.
Fiona explained, "She's the queen of the light sprites. The others are her people, but they're also extensions of her will."
"Extensions of her will?"
Charlie summoned ten more light sprites with a flick of his wand, then compared them closely to the first one. The queen had two pairs of wings—four in total—while the others only had one pair. They were also noticeably smaller.
"Can you control them?" he asked.
The queen nodded. She looked at the ten sprites on his right hand. All ten rose into the air at once and began dancing in perfect synchronized patterns.
Charlie asked more questions. Could any of the others become queens? No. She was the first, and she held the highest authority among all light sprites.
He wrote two comparisons on his draft page: Queen bee and workers — God and followers. After thinking, he crossed out the second one. The first felt more accurate.
When he finally set his quill down, he looked at the queen and said, "From now on, I'm calling you Lumi. It comes from the Latin luminosus—bright, luminous. Same root as the spell that summons you."
Lumi clapped her tiny hands together and nodded rapidly, clearly delighted.
Charlie waved his wand and dismissed the other sprites. "Do you want to go back now?"
Lumi hesitated, then looked at Fiona.
Fiona translated, "She says she'd rather come out again later."
"Next time I have the chance, I'll bring you both out to play together."
Lumi gave him a small, grateful nod. Charlie touched his wand gently to her head. She smiled, waved at Fiona, and faded away.
Once she was gone, Charlie turned to a fresh page. "Alright, Fiona. Lumi's questions are done. Now it's your turn."
"Me too?"
"Of course. Some things we already know, so we can skip those. But I need to understand your invisibility. Can you control it? The rat last night could see you, and I'm pretty sure Alice can too. So animals can see you, but wizards can't. What about Muggles? We don't know yet. I want you to look inward and try to find where that ability comes from."
Fiona looked a little dizzy from the flood of questions, but after Charlie explained twice more she closed her eyes and focused.
Three minutes later she opened them again, excited. "I found it. According to what I felt… only people with very clear hearts can see me. Otherwise, unless I choose to show myself, no one can."
"You can turn it off and on whenever you want?"
She nodded. "It's like an aura around me. It blocks out bad intentions. Animals can always see me because their hearts aren't complicated like wizards'."
Charlie wrote everything down, then added a new line with a question mark: Can Animagi see Fiona?
He knew the theory said Animagi shouldn't be able to if the standard was "clear heart," but magic had a way of breaking its own rules. He wouldn't assume anything without proof.
"Anything else you can do?" he asked.
"I can grow strawberries!" Fiona raised one tiny fist proudly. "I can give the strawberries the sunlight I eat so they grow bigger and stronger. The fruit will be more beautiful and taste sweeter."
Charlie smiled. That was exactly what he had hoped. "I'm looking forward to it. In that case, this strawberry plant is yours now."
Fiona nodded eagerly.
He glanced at the pot. "Since you were born from it, is this your real body?"
Fiona looked at the plant, then shook her head. "It used to be my home. And my mother."
"Mother?"
"It's more like a house," she explained. "I was born inside it."
She turned back to Charlie and threw her arms up. "You're my daddy!"
Charlie blinked. "Ah… that's really not necessary. I don't think the whole parent thing applies here. You don't have to think of it that way."
"Oh. Okay." Fiona's shoulders drooped.
"But I am your good friend," Charlie added gently.
Her head came back up, eyes shining again.
Charlie's gaze moved from Fiona to the strawberry plant.
Looks like the timeline just moved up.
Strawberries…
A slow smile curved his mouth. It was time to get serious about chocolate research again.
Right now his three main products—Sunshine, Moonlight, and Dream—were mostly differentiated by their fillings. The fillings themselves didn't have much actual flavor, just different textures. What the chocolates really needed was distinct, delicious taste.
He had always avoided using cheap industrial flavorings. If he was going to add fruit notes, he wanted the best. The most magical. The kind that could combine with his natural elements and create something greater than the sum of its parts.
That was what magic should do.
And even though he hadn't tasted Fiona's strawberries yet, his instincts told him she was going to give him exactly what he needed.
"Looks like I'm going to need a farm," he murmured. "A proper one where Fiona can really stretch her wings."
But first, they would start with the plant sitting on his windowsill.
He spent the next hour carefully organizing everything he had learned into The Fantastic Sprite Casebook, sketching Lumi and Fiona in the style of Newt Scamander's notes. When he was finished, he carried the strawberry plant back to the dormitory.
Anthony and Hector were in the middle of a chess match. Hector's training had clearly intensified with the Easter holidays approaching, but the extra pressure seemed to have calmed him down. He looked steadier now.
Charlie walked in holding the plant. Both boys looked up at once.
"It's better? Why'd you bring it back?"
Charlie set it on his windowsill. "Nothing wrong with it. Just looks unusually healthy. I think the Sun and Moon Dew gave it a serious boost. These flowers are bigger than normal strawberry blossoms, don't you think?"
Anthony studied it. "Maybe? I've never actually seen regular strawberry flowers."
Hector nodded in agreement.
Charlie smiled. "Well, you should start getting excited. I have a feeling the fruit this thing produces is going to be special."