Duke appeared at him unconvinced.
“When the speeches have ended, and the music is playing, they will smile again,” Harry reassured him.
“What about you?” Duke asked with sincere concern.
“What about me?” Harry smiled.
“Why do you stay in this corridor if you have no reason to be here? Why continue to be when it looks to damage you?”
“I don’t know,” Harry answered honestly, smiling as he did so. “I guess I am waiting to see her. It’s stupid, really.”
“What do you mean?” Duke smiled.
“In the traditions of Winter, eighteen is when a wolf is without a doubt grown. When the Goddess acknowledges their electricity and their internal power,” he replied with a tender smile spreading throughout his lips.
“I am ready to see her. Now that the moon is shining brightly in the sky, she has com
