Violet had been up before dawn--'the fair maid who the first of May,' and all that, except she wasn't very fair. Nevertheless, she had decided to get up early, go outside on the grounds, wash her face in the morning dew, and collect a bit of greenery to take back to the dorms. She was sitting at a small table near the greenhouses now, wiping her hands dry on her handkerchief. When she put it back in her pocket, she noticed that Lewis, her egg from Charms class, felt a little damp--drat all that dew, what had she been thinking?

She drew the egg out of the inner pocket where she kept it when she wasn't asleep, twirled and pointed her wand at it, and spoke the charm: "Argentum Siccus!" With relief, she felt it and found it was nice and dry again, back to normal. Replacing it in her pocket, she sat back and breathed in the spring air. Ah, it was good to be alive, and to be a witch! She settled back to watch the sun rise with Lewis safe in her pocket.