Mastering Apparition without the guidance of The Standard Book of Spells proved far more challenging than Vizette had anticipated. That was exactly why he sought to forge a magical bond—to simplify the process. The connection flowed both ways: not only could Vizette sense Luna through it, but she could also glimpse his emotions in the moment.
As he explained and demonstrated, a warm, enveloping glow spread through him, ancient magic igniting his circuits like veins of light. "Feel it," he murmured. "See how I channel the ancient magic to spark the circuits... No rush. Just relax, like this..."
Thunder cracked in his ears, sharp and electric, propelling him forward in a blaze of light. The world blurred into vibrant streaks, his body light as rushing water.
"It's incredible," Luna breathed, eyes wide with delight. "Let me try!"
For the next stretch, she practiced solo, drawing on the bond. Vizette fine-tuned the guidance based on her sensations, letting her experiment freely while he monitored the hourglass overhead. When the sand finally drained, he dissolved into a orb of white light and reappeared at her side.
"Enough for today," he said, concern edging his voice. "Any longer, and you might feel off."
Luna nodded, serene. "A few more sessions, and I'll have it down."
Vizette flicked his wand toward the distant hourglass. It seemed to stretch toward him—or he toward it—until contact snapped them back to the Pensieve chamber in a whirl of vertigo.
Nerves prickling, he asked, "How do you feel? Dizzy? Exhausted?"
She shook her head. "Like Diana, twirling in a summer breeze. Nothing could be better."
Relief washed over him. Still, he pulled a vial from his pocket. "Take this to your dorm. A drop by your bed—it'll feel like cuddling a soft cat all night."
Luna accepted it with a smile. "Sounds like a dream."
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Time advanced like pieces on a wizard's chessboard, steady and inexorable, through the week's squares.
Vizette juggled lessons: refining weather charms, tutoring Luna in ancient magic, prying secrets from Lockhart, and poring over James's notes to polish his Animagus essay. His days blurred into a frenzy.
Hagrid's preparations for Halloween Eve added to the chaos. To keep the massive pumpkins from spoiling, he hauled them into the castle early. Enchanted and potion-treated, each rivaled a carriage in size. They dotted the first floor, drawing stares from students streaming past the Great Hall.
Puddles lingered too, pooling by walls and corners—remnants of the season's damp. Filch toiled to mop them up, but with Vizette's fake wand in hand, he attacked each spill with gusto, no complaints in sight. The prop demanded frequent repairs, though, pulling Filch to Vizette's door daily.
He hefted the wand, frowning slightly. "Feels off today. Lighter, maybe?"
Filch babied the thing, following every care ritual to the letter, so he caught the nuance.
Vizette nodded. "Spot on. I tweaked the enchantments—a fresh experiment. Not sure it'll hold."
Filch's eyes sparked. "What kind? Spill it."
"Results first," Vizette demurred. "Next visit, tell me how it performs. You'll sense any shifts, yeah?"
"Like the back of my hand," Filch boasted, pride swelling. "Every groove, every inch!"
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Those tweaks stemmed from Vizette's latest obsession: merging the Seer's Eye with the Imperius Curse for deeper self-inspection of the pixie's circuits. With Luna's insights guiding him, he mapped the elusive patterns after relentless trial.
Experiments confirmed their quirks. Blending Lockhart's ramblings with his own theories, Vizette etched runes into new fake wands, testing the waters.
Two days later, Filch burst in, grinning ear to ear. "Brilliant! Two full days without fizzling—and in this sodden weather!"
"Twice the endurance?" Vizette jotted in his notebook.
"At least! And if the rain slacks? Could last forever with light use—just once or twice a day."
Vizette scribbled furiously, then snapped his book shut. "Mr. Filch, mind if I extract those memories? For analysis."
"Extract?" Filch tilted his head forward without pause. "Go on!"
Vizette blinked at the eagerness, then raised his wand to Filch's temple. "Transfer Memory!"
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