Wandering the grounds, in absence of Pam and Jez, was Nathaniel Stone. He was sort of relieved that the two others weren't with him this time, as his reckless exploring had to be just as spontaneous as he was. Nate's level of spontaneity was hard to achieve.

Winding through trees, rolling down hills, doing dive-rolls en every clearing, Nafe felt like he was seven again, only this time he was wearing robes. That made it about five, maybe seven times cooler than when he was actually seven, playing spy in his backyard. After what only felt like a second of ecstasy, Nate found himself leaning precariously over a pool of water. "Huh?" he asked out loud, inspecting his surroundings. "This is new!" He had heard rumors of a duck pond, but naturally thought it was just mindless chatter. After all the drama in Ravenclaw last year, anything could just be a made up story. But most of it was true, and most was directly related to him...

Nate counted the ducks he could see as he took a seat, cross-legged, on one of the larger rocks by the pond. Fifteen, he thought. Fifteen ducks. He searched his pockets for anything edible, finding nothing but a chocolate frog that he honestly did not know the origins of. Breaking that frog into small chunks and tossing them haphazardly into the pond, Nate watched as the ducks scrambled over the treat. It was odd that nobody was really around...