Rayedem's heart had beaten more times, way more times in the past few minutes than he could remember ever feeling. He wasn't addressed as the good ones, nor the bad ones. He got to stay where he was until he was commanded to look outside the window. Wiping cold sweat from his forehead and trying to get his breath back to normal, he rose from his seat and walked towards the windows.

He waited patiently for the other students to back away from the windows as they were too crowded, then he looked through the nearest window. What's outside? The view was magnificent. Hesitating though he was, he finally said,

"I see the sky, sir. I see the clouds, white ones and darker ones, I can see the green grass on the grounds, and some black dots moving around--they must be the other students, and then," he paused, wondering if his answer was already sufficient for the evil Lord, then decided to continue, "I can also see the Quidditch pitch. It's quite far from here, but still visible. The goalposts are towering high. Oh, and the sun--it's sunny today, sir. The weather is wonderful."

Rayedem was smiling when he said the last sentence. The next second, he felt like he's made the biggest mistake, ever. What did I say? Did I just said a comment on the weather? Oh good lord, help me, he prayed in his heart that the evil Lord wouldn't make fun of him in front of the whole class.