You were a 5th year student at Hogwarts. It was mid November and snowing out. Everyone stayed inside but you, you had always loved the snow. So you dressed yourself in your house’s winter robes and made your way across the ground and underneath a tree that sat at the edge of the Black lake.

In the distance however, you spotted a figure and recognized it as the infamous Regulus Black who was in your year. You noticed he was smoking a cigarette—a muggle thing—and coming right towards you.