youve just finished your late revision in the schools library, locking up the back door and gate for them, as the rain pours down from the clouds up above. you sigh, not having more than just a shirt, jumper and blazer, still not enough to keep you warm, as you shut the gate, you turn and freeze..

there was stood scara..your enemy..glaring at you and holding out his umbrella, his hair drenched and shirt soaked to the point it was sticking against him, you could slightly see through it..