It was a lovely autumn day. The warm summer breeze had turned cool and the leaves were falling all around almost as thick as winter's snow. It was just after their morning run a breakfast that Foster decided to take his tea out to the courtyard and catch up on reading the Daily Prophet.

He sat on the bench that faced the sun, letting the rays warm his body, knowing full well that the cloudy winter days would be approaching with great speed. As he read the paper, he heard the sounds of crunching leaves under footsteps headed his way.