"Verily, 'twas ever thus whenever thou grew too… overindulgent in thine intellectual ardors," Luna remarks at last in a tone of affected weariness. Though you fancy catching a fleeting twinkle of nostalgic mirth flitting behind those sapphire depths. "We recall the handmaids' endless spates of griping over thy scholastic detritus littering the royal archives like a storm's winds had strewn them about."