"Much has changed since those days. I often wonder if my younger self would recognize me now." Themis didn't spend much time in her past, but she did wonder about the young, decisive girl and who she was now. She remembered the wild boy that was sorted into Slytherin, the brilliant potioneer a year below her. She avoided most Slytherins and found them pretentious and ridiculous, but he had flown in the face of all that. He was one of the few in his house that required notice. He put no effort into hiding his genius and seemed to enjoy vexing the purebloods in his house. Themis appreciated that about him and found his intellectual rebellion beautiful.

She smirked his laughter a welcome companion. "Time has a sick sense of humor, doesn't she? All that work, and I'm back in the classroom." They fell into a comfortable silence, Themis sipping her wine and enjoying his company. She was unsure what her younger self would think of her career choices. She considered her early morning treks to the lake and her morning swims; she thought about her daily walks throughout the castle, the hours spent in the library. "I wouldn't have the patience, as a girl, to consider teaching, but I am now surprised I didn't consider this in my youth."

She followed his eyes to her tower, the highest at Hogwarts and the most imposing in her view. "Perspective does matter, but I think the viewer's context is as crucial as a physical location." She adjusted her position, stepping before him and pointing to the sky. "For example, that is a simple string of stars, but to me? To me, these stars are part of my identity. That is Lyra."

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