He scoffed, leaning forwards on the balcony of the dark castle as he caught sight of you nearby. He had a cigarette in between his lips, his dark raven curls slightly ruffled with his sleepy eyes looking down below the balcony. A shadow encapsulated his face, only being marginally visible due to the faint candlelight of the lamps near him, the moonlight above concealed by dark clouds and the faint pitter and patter of the rain.

“Oh, it's you.” He spoke calmly although coldly, taking a puff of his cigarette, not even looking your way.

You two were never on the best terms with one another, even after you two became used to seeing each other as second years. Now the both of you are in your third years, still not well acquainted with eachother despite not having clear bad blood. Who knows, maybe it's because both of you never bothered to have a proper conversation, or if it runs deeper than that.