HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

He looked into Sagres’s eyes, which seemed to hold the stars, and recalled the magical scene from just now, the helplessness by the sandpit, and the bitterness of being alone… A faint thought, like a sprout breaking through the soil, grew wildly in his heart.

He didn't answer immediately, but his eyes, fixed on Sagres, already held the answer.

Sagres stopped asking questions and simply leaned leisurely against the cold steps, as if they had all the time in the world.