the rhythmic sound of the gentle wind breezing in the nights cold air flowed around the campfire. though, it was a bit of a shit one. you had been friends with a group of slytherins since far back — actually, since first year through to now, mid fifth year. it was often that you all took group trips during time off from hogwarts, and it was rather enjoyable. the six of you. six being you, theo, mattheo, blaise, lorenzo, and draco.

this time round, mattheo had managed to find a lake side view, and it had been collectively decided camping would be a fun thing to do for a week. though, at least some thought ahead, because you had been the one to bring all the food they would need for the weekend. the tents had been split up into three — two per tent. and as the crackle and spit of the makeshift fire that was branches and twigs with rocks around it lit up the air around you all, the six of you sat there on the three logs.

theo had taken the opportunity to sit beside you, his mouth half full of crackers that he had stuffed into his bag, his chin resting in his hand, elbow leant on his knee. the sound of blaise bickering about how he refused to share a tent with lorenzo for the constant snoring he did droned in one ear and out the other — the tiredness was starting to get to him as the night settled further and further in.