Moose was suspicious.

The Year always starts off so calmly. Well except for that one time.
But he would not let the calm of the beginning of the year go without enjoying it. He walked over toward the beech tree and set up camp underneath it's changing leaves facing out toward the lake. He glanced out toward the waters and watched the surface ripple from the slight breeze. He leaned against the trunk of the beech tree and pulled a book from out of his bag. Quidditch Through the Ages.

There was still a small curiosity toward this sport that the wizards and witches of this world played with such passion. He honestly preferred Football over this, but that was Blake's thing. Moose still had other interests he liked to focus on. He flipped open to the page he left off on and just found himself engrossed with it's pages.

Of course he was still keeping a slight look out using his peripheral vision. Because Moose was suspicious.