It was the almost-end of the school year and as Declan saw it, he hadn't even touched the veritable tip of the Hogwarts-Iceberg-of-Mysteries. His common room was quite a bore, dreary and colorless. Not that he could see it as otherwise, after all, his eyes only allowed him to observe the world in shades of gray.

Declan rubbed his one brown eye.

He had lost Charlotte at the beginning of the year and had started the search for her many times but always ended up getting distracted. It was only proper to at least try again before leaving.

"Althea, you did check under your bed, right?"