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That evening, Charlie picked at his now-cold dinner, finally noticing the messy desk and the crystal ball tucked in the corner.
Inside the ball, it showed a daytime scene, which perked Charlie right up.
"Snow's coming tomorrow," he told the others.
"Finally?" Anthony walked over excitedly, grabbing the crystal ball for a look. "Looks like we've got plans for tomorrow, Hector."
"Snowball fight?"
"Definitely. We'll drag in the guys from next door, and the girls too."
"Uh... sure, why not." Hector glanced uncertainly at Charlie.
"Come on, it'll be fun. More people, more chaos," Anthony said, clapping Hector on the shoulder.
"Alright then."
They both turned to Charlie.
"I'm in," Charlie nodded. By the time the snow's deep enough for a fight, he'd have already collected his first winter snowfall.
With that, he grabbed the prophecy crystal ball and gave it a hard shake.
Snowflakes swirled wildly inside, turning the inner world into a white orb. Moments later, they cleared, leaving just cold green meadows and a gray castle.
The sky inside wasn't too dark yet—dim, with flakes drifting down gently.
First snow in the morning?
Got it. Early to bed tonight, early rise tomorrow.
After dinner, he pushed the lunchbox aside and glanced back at his notebook.
He'd cracked the puzzle from this afternoon's chocolate experiment.
As he'd suspected, thunder plus autumn wind was what delivered the effect at the match.
Thunder acted like a catalyst—raw, volatile natural energy on its own.
But using it to amp up other elements? The results were killer.
Charlie decided: from now on, any new element he got, thunder would juice it up first.
Like what he was about to do now.
A dash of thunder, a pinch of dream sand.
Dream sand wasn't stored as liquid but exactly like sand. Thunder flickered between the grains, tinting the golden dream sand with blue-white sparks.
This time, a mixed chocolate.
Twenty minutes later, a fresh block emerged. If you looked close, under the deep brown surface, faint golden specks glinted.
And between those specks, blue and white electric flashes popped like sudden static—appearing and vanishing.
He popped it in his mouth. The chocolate melted, leaving a gritty sand texture.
If it were bigger chunks, it'd be like nutty chocolate, Charlie thought.
"New product? So you're crashing now?" Hector eyed Charlie curiously.
Anthony had ducked out to another dorm, rallying folks for tomorrow's snowball fight.
"Yeah, testing it out first. Oh—and—"
Charlie suddenly remembered he'd need to be up early, but he wasn't sure what mixing thunder and dream sand would do.
"If I'm not up early tomorrow, give me a nudge, yeah?"
"Got it," Hector nodded. "Hit the sack."
With that, he turned back, hunching over his homework again.
Charlie burrowed into the thick blankets, snagging Alice and ruffling her face before setting her aside.
Alice kicked irritably at the sheets and bolted.
She wasn't used to Charlie turning in this early.
He ignored her, rolled over, and drifted off fast...
...
Time ticked by. Hector was sketching star paths from last Wednesday's observation.
Creak—
Anthony pushed the door open, towel in hand, rubbing his hair.
"I'm suddenly wondering if there's a spell for quick-drying hair. Keep this up in winter, and I'll catch a cold."
"For real, it's freezing. You wizards don't have hair dryers?"
"What's a hair dryer?"
They chatted idly. Then—
"Damn it!!!"
Anthony and Hector jumped—Anthony's towel flew to the floor.
Closest to the outburst, Alice the rabbit leaped half a meter straight up.
Charlie half-sat up in bed, heart pounding, face pale.
He gasped for breath, glancing around dazedly before locking eyes on Anthony and Hector.
"What happened?"
"You have a nightmare or something?"
They crowded over.
Charlie exhaled long and slow, then nodded.
"What'd you dream about?" Hector frowned at him.
"Horror movie stuff. Damn it, chasing me with a knife."
Charlie sighed, shaking his head.
He'd dreamed of No-Nose—that he couldn't say. But vaguely calling it horror movie vibes? No issue.
No-Nose's look wasn't far off from a slasher flick ghoul anyway.
He got up again, heading to the desk and grabbing another chocolate.
"You're eating more?" Anthony watched him curiously.
"One more test."
"You two want a couple Dream ones? Might help you sleep deeper—in case I freak out again and wake you."
"Uh..."
Anthony hesitated, eyeing Charlie. "I don't mind, but really, popping one of those chocolates might..."
His gaze fixed on Charlie's hand.
"?"
"You sure?" Charlie asked, surprised.
"I wanna try," Anthony nodded firmly.
Charlie paused, then split the chocolate in half. "Alright, but let's keep the dose low."
"I'm down," Anthony agreed, popping his half without a second thought.
"Why'd you wanna try one anyway?"
"Curious how scary it gets. Scarier than a Boggart?"
"What's a Boggart?" Hector asked from the side.
"A shape-shifting monster—turns into your worst fear, pops out to scare you."
"Had one in an old jewelry box in our attic once. My folks had a hell of a time getting rid of it."
With that, Anthony turned to Charlie. "If you're not scared, I gotta give it a shot."
Then he flipped it to Hector: "You don't wanna try?"
"Hell no, I hate horror movies," Hector shook his head vigorously.
"Fair enough." Anthony shrugged, diving under his covers.
"Night. Sweet nightmares."
"Sweet nightmares," Charlie echoed with a nod.
Hector sighed helplessly, then headed out to the bathroom.
By the time he finished washing up and returned, Charlie and Anthony were already out cold.
...
...
The next day, 7 a.m.
Before the alarm could buzz, Charlie's eyes snapped open.
They drooped with fatigue, leaving him a bit out of it.
As he sat up, Anthony rolled over next to him.
He'd been tormented plenty last night. First dream: No-Nose horror flick. Second: bungee jumping. Third: pure weird nonsense dream.
And the one just now, the fourth.
He'd dreamed Dumbledore , Harry and crew as his three disciples, questing for some scripture called "Love." And the big bad? No-Nose.
...
Damn it!