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(Old White = White)
"Woo—! Woo—! Woo—!"
The whistle of the Hogwarts Express let out a long, familiar blast.
The train cars swayed slightly before beginning to move, smoothly accelerating forward. Outside the window, the platform—and the towering castle that had stood there unchanged—slowly slid backward, eventually disappearing behind trees and rolling hills.
Lynn and his roommates were once again crammed into a compartment.
The luggage racks were packed with trunks and owl cages.
White stared intently through his cage at Edgar's tawny owl in the next one, the air in the compartment relaxed and unhurried.
Edgar was enthusiastically unwrapping a pack of Chocolate Frogs.
William had already opened a book that looked suspiciously like Arithmancy summer reading.
Ollie sat by the window, staring blankly at the scenery rushing past.
As for Lynn—
The moment he sat down, he pulled out an eye mask, slipped it on in one smooth motion, leaned back, and made it abundantly clear he intended to sleep all the way to King's Cross.
"Hey! Lynn!" Edgar called out, his words slightly muffled as he stuffed a Chocolate Frog into his mouth. "You're going to sleep already? The train just started! It's hours to London—you're seriously planning to sleep the whole time?"
Lynn lifted his eye mask slightly, his tone lazy.
"What else is there to do? Watch you eat snacks? Listen to William lecture about the twelve foundational models of Arithmancy? Or observe Ollie counting how many trees we pass?"
He paused, as if struck by inspiration.
"Or… how about this? I get off halfway, hop onto some random platform, and bring you back some 'special' souvenirs. You guys just sit tight—don't move—I'll go…"
"STOP RIGHT THERE!"
Edgar shot upright, making a frantic "halt" gesture.
"Please! Immediately curl into a ball and roll out of my sight in a smooth, spherical fashion!"
Lynn shrugged, lowering his eye mask again.
"No appreciation for kindness…"
"Seriously, Lynn," Edgar swallowed and continued, "don't you have any plans for the break? You're not actually going to sleep at home for two months, are you?"
Lynn thought for a moment.
"Plans… I'll probably travel. Staying home is boring. Anyway, I've got money, so going anywhere's convenient."
He shifted slightly, settling more comfortably into his seat.
"Maybe Northern Europe to see the aurora. Or Egypt—to visit the pyramids. Not fully decided yet."
"Filthy rich bastard!"
Edgar and William spoke in perfect unison.
Lynn didn't even react.
If anything, he looked more comfortable.
"Ollie, he's talking to you."
Ollie, who had been quietly staring out the window, slowly turned his head.
He rolled his eyes.
Then turned back.
His entire attitude radiated one message:
I can't be bothered with you.
Lynn: "…"
Even through the eye mask, he felt that disdain.
"Hahahaha!"
Edgar and William burst into completely unrestrained laughter.
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King's Cross Station — Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.
Bustling crowds.
Tight embraces.
The rattling of trunks.
The strange yet familiar blend of magic and the Muggle world.
Here, Lynn and his roommates said their goodbyes.
Each heading off toward their own homes.
"Keep in touch over the break!"
"See you next term!"
Lynn carried his trunk, weaving easily through the crowd.
Before long, he had returned to his quiet manor.
Summer break—
Had officially begun.
Night.
In Lynn's study, only a single desk lamp was lit.
He lounged in a soft armchair, a copy of Prewett's Comprehensive Combat in hand—
Though his attention was clearly elsewhere.
Gurgle—
Gurgle—
The sound of his stomach echoed loudly in the quiet room.
"I'm hungry…"
Lynn set the book aside and rubbed his stomach.
Being alone, he really couldn't be bothered to cook—even though the kitchen was fully stocked.
His gaze drifted toward an elegant brass perch in the corner.
"White…" he drawled lazily. "It's getting late… how about you put in a bit of work and grab me something from the kitchen? Something simple. A sandwich? Maybe a fried egg?"
White twisted his head slowly, fixing Lynn with a narrowed, unimpressed stare.
His beak clicked.
"Whatcha doin'? Expectin' an owl to cook for ya?" he scoffed. "Why not ask a Puffskein to knit ya a sweater while you're at it?"
He fluffed his feathers slightly.
"Want a rat? Fresh ones—still squeakin'. I can go catch one for ya right now. Guaranteed original flavor!"
Tsk.
The final click of his beak was full of disdain.
"…Sigh. Morals are declining. Even an owl's heart is as hard to read as a needle at the bottom of the sea…"
Lynn shook his head.
He couldn't even order his own pet around anymore.
His laziness won.
He really didn't want to move.
Lynn stood, smoothed out his slightly wrinkled pajamas, and raised his wand.
Crack!
With a soft popping sound, he vanished from the study.
London — inside a Chinese hot pot restaurant, near the kitchen and dining area.
The air was thick with the rich aroma of beef tallow, chili oil, and spices.
A waiter carried a full tray—tripe, duck intestines—heading toward a private room.
Then—
Crack!
A boy in pajamas, slightly disheveled, holding a wand—
Appeared out of thin air.
"F—!"
The waiter nearly screamed.
His hands shook violently, the tray tilting dangerously.
The food was about to spill everywhere.
Lynn reacted instantly.
A flick of his wand—
The tray stopped midair.
Perfectly steady.
At the same time, his other hand rose, voice low and precise:
"Obliviate."
A faint light swept across the waiter's eyes.
The fear froze—
Then vanished.
The waiter blinked, his expression turning blank, as if he had merely lost focus for a second.
Lynn exhaled quietly.
He lowered his wand, caught the floating tray, and handed it back smoothly.
"Sorry," he said casually. "Got a bit hungry and came in a hurry. Did I scare you?"
The waiter blinked again, still dazed.
"N-no problem… Sir, are… are you dining in? How many?"
"Just one."
Lynn walked toward a window seat with practiced familiarity.
Without pausing, he began ordering:
"Spicy beef tallow base—extra spicy. One serving each of lamb slices and beef, shrimp paste, potato slices…...."
He added, almost as an afterthought:
"Oh, and hand-pulled noodles. And a chilled plum juice. Thanks."
The speed and precision of his order made one thing clear—
This was not his first time here.
The waiter scribbled everything down quickly, stealing a few curious glances at Lynn.
He shook his head, dismissing the strange feeling from earlier, and hurried off.
Lynn sat by the window, resting his chin on his hand.
Outside—
London at night shimmered with lights.
Inside—
The rich, spicy aroma of hot pot filled the air.
Lynn narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.
Now this…
This is living.
As for the small memory charm—
And the slightly unconventional entrance?
Just minor details.
Right now—
All that mattered—
Was properly satisfying his hunger—
With a steaming, fiery feast.