Patrick was coming down the corridor. He had to avoid his favorite study spot because there was too much of a breeze these days. It was getting so much colder and he did not like cold so the clock tower entrance was not going to be where he was studying these days.

He packed into a nook, resting his back against the wall, slowly sliding down the wall until he was sitting down on the floor. He grabbed his journal out of his bag and got it out. He was making sure he got down his first win of the season. He really wanted a repeat as quidditch cup champions.

He was zoned out. Completely oblivious to anything.