Draco would never admit it, but he found the black lake more comforting than any “tough” slytherin like himself should. He thought it was much like him, the way the waves splashed and hit the edge of the shore violently, sometimes how his mind did with his thoughts.

Every Sunday was a routine for him, early mornings meant calmer waves, he thought maybe in a way that meant a calmer mind. So currently he sat on the edge of the shore, the waves lapping back and forth. His white sweater and random sweatpants clutched to keep his body warm. Praying no one would find him here, take away his peace.