It is the second week of March and a weekend, but the usual relaxation of the day is replaced by an electric buzz of excitement. Students are eagerly anticipating the highly awaited Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. The stadium is already filling with spectators, and conversations are filled with predictions about the outcome, some bets are even made.

Even though Harry’s Nimbus 2000 was destroyed during his match with Slytherin due to Dementors attack, he isn’t sitting this one out. The Gryffindor team provided him with a solid replacement—perhaps not as sleek or responsive, but still in excellent condition. For Harry, that’s more than enough.

Adam makes his way to the stadium with Ron and Hermione, though their constant bickering about Scabbers’ disappearance hasn’t let up. Ron remains convinced that Crookshanks is responsible, while Hermione insists that her cat would never harm his pet. Adam stays out of it, accustomed to their quarrels, and simply listens in mild amusement and think about Peter Pettigrew.

Today’s weather is clear, with a bright sky and a warm breeze—ideal conditions for a match. At the very least, it means there’s no risk of Dementors storming the pitch again, like they did last time in the stormy weather.

As he walks, Adam’s mind drifts to his second encounter with the Dementors. Unlike with Harry, they did not attack him outright. They merely loomed for a moment—watching—before retreating into the darkness after making a way for Adam to pass. The memory unsettles him, the unanswered mystery gnawing at the back of his mind. What was their reason for letting him go? Was it an oversight? Or something else entirely?

For now, he pushes the thought aside. There’s no use in dwelling on it, not when there’s a match about to begin.

By the time Adam, Ron, and Hermione find their seats, the stadium is packed. The stands are a sea of scarlet and yellow, with students waving banners and cheering for their respective houses. Professor McGonagall, seated among the other professors, watches the teams intently, while Madam Hooch stands in the center of the field, ready to begin the match.

As soon as the whistle blows, the game is on.

Right from the start, Gryffindor takes the lead, scoring 40 points in quick succession. Their Chasers move with seamless coordination, and Oliver Wood, as always, is an impenetrable wall at the goalposts. This is his last year at Hogwarts, as he is already in his seventh year, and he is putting everything into the game. The Hufflepuff team, however, proves to be just as determined, matching Gryffindor’s intensity with strong counterattacks.

Above the field, Harry and the Hufflepuff Seeker circle like hawks, scanning the air for any glimpse of the Golden Snitch.

Throughout the match, a few minor accidents occur—one of the Beaters nearly takes a Bludger to the head, and a Hufflepuff Chaser crashes into his teammate—but nothing serious enough to stop the game.

As the match reaches its final stretch, the scoreboard shows an even tie. The tension in the stadium is palpable, with both sides shouting encouragement. Then, in a sudden burst of movement, Harry spots the Snitch.

The Hufflepuff Seeker is right on his tail, both of them stretching their hands forward, their brooms accelerating dangerously fast. The crowd holds its breath as the Snitch flits unpredictably, zipping left, right, then down—just as the opposing Seeker reaches out to grab it.

In an instant, Harry makes his move—darting forward and snatching the Snitch right from under his opponent’s nose.

The whistle blows.

A roar of cheers erupts from the Gryffindor stands as the team celebrates their victory. With the Snitch secured in Harry’s grasp, Gryffindor wins the match, solidifying their path toward the Quidditch Cup. Most of the students and professors make their way back to the castle grounds, either to enjoy the weekend or to occupy themselves with something else entirely.

Since it isn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, Adam decides to spend the day visiting some of the magical creatures residing in the Forbidden Forest and the Great Lake. Unlike most students, who would never dare venture into the forest alone, Adam feels at home among the creatures lurking within the Forbidden Forest.

His first stop is Aragog’s colony. Though it is early afternoon, the deeper sections of the Forbidden Forest remain as shadowed and eerie as ever. The towering trees block out most of the sunlight, casting an unsettling gloom over the area. The faint rustling of unseen creatures fills the silence, but Adam is unfazed—he has walked this path many times before.

For the past few weeks, he has been feeding the Acromantulas in Hagrid’s absence, gradually earning their reluctant tolerance. While they are still dangerous, most of them no longer view him as an immediate meal. Their massive, hairy legs skitter across the forest floor as they emerge from their burrows, watching him with many unblinking eyes. Some remain cautious, but the braver ones—especially the younger spiders—approach eagerly as Adam tosses them food. Even though he knows they will never truly be tame, he finds it fascinating to observe them up close.

After ensuring the Acromantulas are well-fed, Adam continues his journey to the less dense part of the forest, heading toward the Thestral herd. These creatures, though often misunderstood, have always intrigued him and he likes their company from time to time. He appreciates their quiet nature and their unwavering loyalty to those who show them kindness.

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As he nears the clearing where the Thestrals reside, he unexpectedly comes across someone familiar—Luna Lovegood.

The young Ravenclaw is already there, gently feeding the Thestrals with a serene smile on her face. Her light, silvery hair sways slightly as she moves, her dreamy expression never faltering. She hums softly under her breath, completely at ease among the skeletal-winged creatures.

Adam knows who she will become in the future—Luna Scamander, wife of Newt Scamander’s grandson. Though this knowledge lingers in his mind, he doesn’t dwell on it. Instead, he simply acknowledges her presence with a small nod before focusing on the task at hand.

The moment the Thestrals spot him, a familiar pattern unfolds—they flock toward him like a herd, pushing and nudging each other in an attempt to hoard him for food. Their dark, leathery wings stretch slightly, and their glowing, white eyes gleam with anticipation.

Adam chuckles as he begins feeding them one by one, his hands moving with practiced ease. Luna, observing from the side, tilts her head slightly before saying in her usual airy voice, "They seem to like you very much. I wonder if they recognize something special in you."

Adam simply smirks but doesn’t respond. He continues tending to the creatures, knowing that Luna, with her perceptive nature, likely senses more than she lets on.

Luna’s POV:

Luna Lovegood has always been comfortable in her own small world. While most students at Hogwarts find her odd—whispering about her behind her back or outright avoiding her—she doesn’t mind. They simply don’t see the world the way she does, and that’s alright. She embraces her eccentric nature, finding solace in things others overlook.

One of those things is the magical creatures of the Forbidden Forest.

Today, as she stands in the clearing, carefully feeding the Thestrals, she hums softly, watching the gentle creatures stretch their wings and nuzzle her hands. She enjoys their company—their quiet understanding, their lack of judgment. Unlike people, Thestrals do not pretend. They do not care for appearances, only for truth.

Her tranquil moment is interrupted by the faint sound of footsteps approaching the clearing. She turns her head slightly and notices someone familiar stepping through the trees—Adam Morgan.

She tilts her head, observing as the Thestrals react immediately to his presence. Normally, they approach cautiously, but this time, they rush toward him eagerly, nearly jostling each other in their excitement. It’s unusual. Even among those who can see them, Thestrals rarely show such enthusiasm to humans.

Luna watches in fascination as Adam moves among them with effortless familiarity, offering food, his movements precise and practiced. He doesn’t seem surprised by their eagerness. If anything, he expects it.

Luna has heard plenty about Adam Morgan in the Hogwarts.

He is one of the most well-known students at Hogwarts, possibly as famous as Harry Potter himself. Yet, unlike Harry, who has an entire House rallying behind him, Adam remains an enigma—someone who prefers the company of magical creatures over people. Yet, he has still managed to befriend Harry, Ron, and Hermione—the trio who have constantly found themselves in troublesome situations over the past two years, and perhaps this year will be no different.

She remembers the whispers in Ravenclaw Tower, the rumors that drift through the castle’s halls.

A Diricawl once sat on his head during her first year in the great hall.

He walks through the Forbidden Forest like it’s his home backyard.

He acquired a Thunderbird as a companion and it lives in the forest.

And many more—some that even professors find hard to believe.

Luna never puts much weight in rumors, but watching Adam now, she can’t help but feel intrigued.

She wonders what it is about him that draws creatures to him so easily. Perhaps, like her, he sees the world differently. But as far as she knows, his family is powerful, and no one has died there—so why can he see Thestrals?

Her fingers brush lightly against the Thestrals bony neck as she debates whether to speak. Most people don’t bother with her, but Adam doesn’t seem like most people.

Maybe, just maybe, she should approach him.

POV Ends.

As Adam finishes feeding the Thestrals, he makes his way toward the lake, but he senses someone approaching. Turning slightly, he sees Luna Lovegood walking toward him, her usual dreamy expression in place. Her pale blue eyes shimmer in the soft afternoon light, filled with curiosity rather than hesitation.

She stops a few steps away, offering a small, gentle smile. "Hello, Adam."

Adam returns the gesture with a polite nod. "Nice to meet you, Luna."

Luna blinks, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "You know my name?"

Adam nods casually. "Of course. I know most people I come across." He pauses before adding, "You’re the daughter of Xenophilius and Pandora Lovegood."

Luna tilts her head slightly, as if studying him. Most people only knew her father because of the Quibbler—very few ever mentioned her mother. But Adam’s tone holds no mockery, no hint of judgment. Just simple acknowledgment.

After a brief silence, she asks, "Do you always feed the Thestrals in the forest?"

Adam, picking up on her genuine interest, replies, "About two or three times a week, sometimes more. I take care of other creatures daily too. I enjoy their company."

Luna’s lips curve into a soft, knowing smile. "They must enjoy yours too."

Adam chuckles. He’s used to magical creatures warming up to him, but Luna’s perception is oddly refreshing.

"Can I join you?" she asks, her voice light yet sincere.

Adam considers it for a moment before nodding. "Why not? You’re always welcome. But be mindful—some of the creatures I visit can be very dangerous for normal wizards too. You’ll need to be careful."

Luna’s eyes brighten with excitement, and she nods eagerly. To her, this is an adventure—a chance to learn and see creatures she may have only read about in books. Though she has encountered a few beasts before, she believes Adam is far more resourceful somehow.

Without another word, they begin walking toward the Great Lake. Adam plans to visit Argos and the other aquatic creatures he has befriended there. As Luna walks beside him, her gaze flickers between the trees and the sky, as if she sees things no one else does.

Adam glances at her thoughtfully. He usually prefers solitude, aside from his small circle of friends, but… maybe befriending Luna Lovegood wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

After all, she’s easygoing and pleasant to talk to. Plus, she has a deep love for some magical beasts.