The sky was getting darker and darker by the minute, leaves were falling as the strong wind blew, few seconds later, the storm came.

you found a pub in Hogmeade and went in, for a second it seemed like nobody was there because of the silence. But you were wrong, a cold and distant voice said:

"you aren't supposed to be here,"

you turned to see that it was Theodore Nott, sitting there, smoking, he was completely dry, unlike you -drenched