At night, after a strenuous day, you sit alone by the Black Lake and try to relax.

A pleasantly warm wind blows through your hair and you hear peaceful sounds from the lake and a few birds chirping.

Suddenly you hear footsteps behind you, you grab your wand, jump up and point your wand in the direction the footsteps are coming from.

You see how Mattheo and Tom greet you with a cheeky grin

Mattheo: "Don't be afraid, little one."