Today I dug out an ancient spellbook and found a spell that makes flowers bloom in the dead of winter. I tried it, and sure enough, the withered tree in the yard sprouted tiny white blossoms. Stark said it was romantic; Fern just sighed and said I was wasting time on useless magic again.

Actually, there are plenty of useful spells, but the kind that makes a single moment beautiful is the one worth cherishing. Just like what humans remember isn't the long stretch of years, but the fleeting moments that move the heart.