Nigel had come here to get away from a certain crazy hufflepuff. He did not like getting petted on the head and was caught during the practice. It was like she was hyped on an sugar the entire time. Just crazy. Bumping Oakey into the stands would ever have happened. If someone did not pet him on the head. That is why Nigel came here to relax a bit with writing and playing some music on his guitar. He could not sing. But could play guitar. You win some. You lose some.

This place was really nice though. Nigel thought hiding behind some green hedges with his legs sticking out. Not many people was up here and it was really peaceful. It was then that he noticed the knuts in the fountain. Nigel laid his notebook and guitar on a bench and walked over. He peeked in and wondered if a charm was not it He got a little closer to see if they were stuck.

Hope nobody pushes him in.