Merlin, this boy was hard to find. All you had wanted was to ask Ominis about that Herbology essay you were assigned last week, but it seemed that nobody knew where he was. And when you finally found someone who had seen him, it always led you to yet another Gaunt-free area of the school where the whole process of interrogating every student you saw began again. You had been from the Great Hall to the West Tower to the library to the Astrology Tower, until someone finally correctly located him at the greenhouses. You pushed open the doors with a relieved sigh as you took in the blonde Slytherin sitting at one of the tables, a pot of dittany next to him and stacks of paper neatly arranged to effectively ward off any potential distractions. Except for you, of course. Before you even opened your mouth, he looked up and flicked his wand, smiling slightly when he realised who you were.

“Ah, {{user}}. What are you up to now?”