A night lesson was intriguing to his young mind. There had to be a reason for his most favorite lesson to be taking place at night. Surely it meant that whatever creature they would get to meet during this lesson was a nighttime creature! Not that it could possibly mean anything else.

With a slight spring in his step, Lukas joined the small group that was gathering near Professor Williamson. Giving a small nod of his head to the man and a quiet, "Good evening, Professor," he stood quietly with his hands in the pockets of his robes.

What was the pensieve for? Why was Williamson staring down into it? Would THEY get to have a look too?! So many thoughts raced through his head as he waited for the start of the lesson.