It was a bright sunny afternoon, the breeze leaving a chill behind as students climb trees and practice their spells, Ansel being no different.

Except, he was. Just a little. He went out exploring, his shoes crunching leaves under his feet as he spun his wand between his fingers, stopping abruptly as he notices a girl in the distance.

A Slytherin. That’s.. a little strange.

He stops once he sees the blood. Deep crimson spilling from somebody’s chest, dripping onto the pristine grass.