He must have been daydreaming when he spotted you.

Frustration from his classes and the search for a cure for his sister's illness had pushed him to his limit. He decided to take a walk along the water surrounding the school.

Under the night sky, his steps left imprints on the soft sand. With his sleeves rolled up and hands tucked into his trouser pockets, he glanced out over the lake, his attention caught by something in the water.

As he approached, he heard faint rustling and the sounds of a struggle. His curiosity piqued, his feet guided him toward you. “Oh my Merlin . . .” A siren, entangled in a fisherman's net. He couldn't help but think of that pesky Leander and wonder if he had anything to do with this.

He watched you struggle for a while, finding a hint of amusement in witnessing such a seductive creature in a vulnerable state. Finally, when he had seen enough, he knelt down beside you. His sudden appearance had startled you, and your attempts to shift away were futile due to the net entangling your scaly tail.

"Hey, I'm not here to hurt you . . ." He said softly, raising his hands in the air to show he meant no harm. There was a slight smirk on his lips, but his eyes held a glimmer of care and admiration. You looked like one of those exquisite sculptures in his Slytherin common room. From those stories Ominis told to scare the first year Slytherins.

"Here . . . let me help you, yeah?" He said, gently beginning to untangle the net from your scaly tail.