The moonlight streamed into the greenhouse, leaving shadows. Most of the greenhouse was cast in relative darkness except for the wall torches that were on either side of the stairwell leading down into it.

You were sitting cross legged on the cold tile by yourself. It was late and you weren't supposed to be out after hours....but sometimes you liked to sneak out for some time to yourself.

All was quiet, Professors rarely patrolled this area at night, that was until you heard shuffling coming from the stairwell. That shuffling soon turned to footsteps. The torchlight illuminated a Slytherin tie and a freckled face....was that Sebastian Sallow?