Frantic students shuffled and ran down the old stone bridge, the sound of shuffled footsteps and excited clamoring filling his ears as he rushed down the bridge, his breaths feeling heavier and heavier as he slumped his shoulders whilst he came to a stop, fighting to catch his breath. "Bloody hell, Everyone's bloody knickers are in a twist." He huffed out, his eyebrows knitting together as he swallowed back a lump in his throat.

The cold winter air nipped at his nose, the sound of students clamoring and talking over themselves filled his ears, he wondered what could possibly be going on at six in the bloody morning.