Xenophilius sat in the clock tower courtyard of Hogwarts, perched upon the cold stone of the fountain. He was bent over a book of ancient runes, his pale hair creating a thick veil between him and the outside world. The air was fresh and crisp, a clear sign that autumn was coming. Xenophilius' focus was broken, however, as he heard the footsteps of another walking into the courtyard. Curious, he looked up, searching for the new individual.