"Well, that's what I was assuming, but I haven't got it yet."

"What'd you try that time?"

"Meeting you."

Giggle.

"Although I guess that's more happy-in-retrospect than simply happy, really."

"Well, it doesn't say which it's supposed to be, does it?"

"Not specifically but maybe it's supposed to be a moment that was very happy at the time? I mean, we should try all combinations, given that we've got absolutely zero plus or minus maybe some fog so far."

"Yeah. Although we might also be doing something else wrong so we can't assume it's just the wrong memory if we don't get it..." Miranda pulls out a notebook and writes what they have tried so far.

He flips some pages and sighs. "I wonder if there's a book specifically about this? This one moves on from Patronuses after listing the famous people." Pause. "Isn't Hermione Granger in school? Maybe she could help."

"She is, yeah. I guess we could ask her."

"I wonder if she'd want to help a Slytherin," he asks wryly.

"I can ask her if you're worried."

"Worried is not the right word, more like 'resigned to the fate I've chosen.' Especially because she's a Gryffindor. I don't know her, I don't know how likely she is to deviate from the pattern here."

"I don't know her personally," shrugs Miranda. "But she was a major player in the war. Might have a grudge against the entire House and the color green, might not."

"...now I'm thinking about pranks involving the colour green and Gryffindors."

Sigh.

"Hey, I'm almost reformed!"

"You are?"

"Yeah! I only prank older years!"

"So by 'almost' you mean 'you will be all the way reformed in 2004'."

"It sounds so bad when you put it like that."

"I wonder why."

He clears his throat. "Anyway! Let's get back to the subject."

"Sure, sure." Miranda writes down Gold Coast and casts again. Mist.