There was a strange calmness in the night air. Ravenclaw's castle sparkled in the light of the torches, with every window lit and every banner hanging out. The Wolf Ball was not just a regular get-together; it was an old custom, a special night when homeless wolves were given safety, when agreements were made again, and when what's going to happen was often spoken in unexpected ways. For twenty years, Evelyn had been in charge as Luna of Ravenclaw, hosting the event with grace and control. She had fought in wars, proved doubters wrong, and ruled with a firm but kind hand.
But this night felt different somehow.
