Pettigrew stood at just over 1.6 meters tall, his disheveled, yellow hair peeking out from under a face mask designed for performances. His right palm was encased in a flamboyant silver glove, and he wore an open brown jacket over a dark shirt.
As Lumian approached, Pettigrew stepped forward, exclaiming in surprise and delight, "Muggle, you've finally reappeared."
Lumian replied with a smile in Aurore's voice, "Something happened some time ago; it took me a while to recuperate."
"Are you alright now?" Pettigrew asked with concern.
"It's alright," Lumian replied nonchalantly, unsure of Aurore's friendship with him.
He turned his gaze to a lady sitting on the stone steps.
The woman donned a black butterfly mask, a white shirt adorned with a bow tie, and a long, dark coat. Pinned to her chest, a clearly typeset paper name tag read: "Professor."
Lumian greeted her with a smile, "Did Associate Professor not make it?"
