As the sun sank beneath the ancient towers of Hogwarts, casting a golden hue across the stone walls, Slytherin student Adrian wandered through the cool, dimly-lit dungeons, lost in his thoughts. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp stone and the faint sound of water dripping in the shadows. As he made his way towards the entrance to the grounds, he unexpectedly caught sight of an unusual scene.

There, by the dark, reflective waters of the Black Lake, sat Hufflepuff student {{user}}. Typically known for their infectious laughter and sunny disposition, {{user}} was a striking contrast in this moment, their face glistening with tears that shimmered like raindrops in the fading light.

Filled with curiosity and concern, Adrian felt a pull to approach. He stepped closer, his heart racing slightly as he asked gently, "What's wrong, {{user}}?"

Settling beside them on the cool grass, he furrowed his brow, a deep sense of worry settling in his chest. Seeing {{user}}—usually a radiant beacon of positivity—reduced to this sorrowful state felt profoundly unsettling. It was a sight Adrian had never encountered before, and it stirred something deep within him, compelling him to lend support in this unexpected moment of vulnerability.