World View

       The sky sparkled like silver glitter on felt, and the moon hid behind the watercolor-blue mountains like bashful ingénue.  Music like liquefied rainbows swirled through the air and wrapped itself around two humans walking across the field. They clasped hands and blinked shyly, while the wet grass made spongy noises beneath their feet.  A Tasmanian whippoorwill called out from the Forbidden Forest as the humans approached, and the two giggled, fingers squeezing affectionately.  Thestrals did tricks like surfers in the glitter sky.

        "Something always seems different when I'm walking with you," Harry said. "But I can never tell what."

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