One winter day I went to Celesteria to visit my teacher.
I waited for her to finish teaching, while waiting I took out a book about her, where she was very famous.

I was so absorbed in reading that I didn't notice my surroundings, until someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"E-Elaina? Why did you come here?" - she looked at me in surprise.

"I'm going to visit you this winter, isn't it okay?"

"No, I'm very happy. You came unannounced like I didn't have time to prepare anything" - She was a little confused when she heard my answer.

Thinking for a moment, she continued:

"Let's go to the living room for tea. Then I'll take you go outside somewhere."

"Oh ho, you always know many interesting places to take me around in Celesteria, right?"

"I've been teaching here for a long time, so it's almost like my hometown."

Although there was a bit of sarcasm in my statement, she replied freely.

After drinking tea to warm my stomach, she guided me to the place where the winter festival was taking place in Celesteria.

The festive atmosphere is brilliant with the lights emanating from the decorated pine tree. She took me to a nearby restaurant to eat. While waiting for the food, she chatted with me.

"I didn't expect you to come at the right time!"

"What's the right occasion?" - I wonder

"Today is the last day I teach in the winter. It's also the start of the winter festival."

"Is it true or not equal to luck!" - I smiled gleefully.

Seeing me happy, she also smiled at me. As soon as the food arrived, we happily sat down to eat.

The atmosphere in Celesteria always creates a special feeling for me. It's not exactly because this place is more special than another, but maybe it's especially because I have Fran-sensei by my side.

"Sneeze- sneeze!"

Stepping out of the restaurant, I suddenly sneezed because it was starting to get cold. Partly because I didn't pay attention to the witch's coat coming down, causing me to sneeze and catch a cold.

"Wow, you sneezed. Is it cold?"

I felt a bit of tear on my nose because I just sneezed, so I couldn't say anything, just nodded to let her know.

She began to take out a scarf from her pocket. The scarf was purple like the collar of a witch's coat that she used to wear, and then wrapped it around my neck.

"It's warmer, isn't it?"

"Yes, you don't wear a scarf and still don't feel cold?"

"I'm used to this cold climate, and besides, if it's too cold, I still have another way."

"What way?"

"Fire, I can make fire magic like this"

Then she drew characters in the air with her magic wand, and from her hand, a timid flame flared up that reminded me of my time studying with her when I was an Apprentice Witch. The flame danced from the left hand then danced to the right hand and then extinguished by her
hand after showing it to me.

And then her hands, cold from the wind, gripped me tightly, making me wince slightly from the cold, and pulled me to a festival bench where there was a small dome to rest.

"Thank you for giving me your scarf, I'll give you this book" - I took out one of three identical books about her from my bag.

"Eh, how do you know the scarf is mine?"

"Isn't that obvious? The scarf is the same color as the collar of your witch's coat."

"You're right. What book do you want to give it to me?"

"Here, if you read it, you'll know right away."

I held out my hand and gave it to my teacher. She was also curious because the book had her name on it, so she flipped the book open and read it.

A moment passed, and I noticed that my master's face was red from ear to ear. She stammered to me:

"Th-this is the contents of my lost diary. Why do you have it in book form?"

I smiled smugly at her expression and then told the her about my arrival in a country where the story in my teacher's diary was printed into a book. She was very famous person in that place.

After listening to me, she could only hold her face in shame. At this moment, I see a really cute person.

"It's all gone, let's go home and rest."

Fran-sensei calmed down and took my hand for a while before we both flew back with brooms. That hand was so warm, that must have been her beautiful face still burning from my gift.

What a wonderful winter day with my teacher.