Ever since she had come into his life he noticed it had brightened significantly. Colours were bolder, or maybe he just saw more, his eyes finally open to the wonders around him. For Luna stopped to point them out; wildflowers on their walk back from the quidditch pitch he had never noticed were suddenly his new favourite thing, the small bouquet she had offered to him sat between two heavy books on his table of things. Even now she bent down to scoop a handful of the fake snow that littered the floor beneath their feet. She pulled out a small vial from her satchel and tipped the snow into it, swirling it around in her hand.