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Crunch, cruuuunch, crunch.
Those were the noises heard when Simon walked on the leaf covered grass towards the Black Lake. In fact, the sixteen year old boy couldn't see the green grass below him. The wind picked up slightly, making him shiver and wish that he brought a jacket. Winter was coming. And he knew it would be here quite soon.
Hopefully the winter wouldn't be like his third year here where it was almost an eternal winter with magical ice zombies. He chuckled, remembering Zander's, his mate, suspicions about Professor Romanos. Oh those were good times.
After finding a comfy spot by a tree with a gorgeous view of the Black Lake, Simon pulled out his notebook and began jotting down some ideas of what he wanted to accomplish this year. He needed some goals. The boy had plans that needed to be achieved on time.
Ian was just chillin’ like a villain - quite
literally chilling because holy macaroni was it COLD up in hurr, taking a stroll through the grounds because… Well, because why not. Also he was getting a little tired of just sitting around the boys’ dormitory playing muggle video games all day.
There was a head full of dark hair beneath the boy’s favorite tree.
Ian slowly approached the stranger, brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. Maybe if he peed on him the weirdo would go away and write his novel somewhere else. Seriously, who even sat around
writing diary entries these days? Get with the program, kid.
“Hey, you’re in my spot,” announced Ian, poking the boy on the shoulder with the tip of his foot. He had yet to realize it wasn’t a stranger after all.