Néron walked throught the busy street of diagon alley, the cold winter's wind harshly hitting his face as he tried to protect it as much as possible with his scarf. The black-haired wizard had graduated Hogwarts a bit ago and was now a student, on his way to become a great teacher. He quietly made his way throught the street, shopping for what he needed for his classes.

His heavy bag was hurting his shoulder a bit as it was now full, after successfully buying his stuff. Despite his loneliness, he couldn't help but wait to go back to his small, cold and silent flat. The wizard didn't change much from his days at Hogwarts, he was still as lonely, tired and perhaps a bit more bitter.

Néron walked as fast as he could, almost slipping a few time due to the wet floor, trying to get away from the bustling street. As he was getting closer to the end of the street, his shoulder bumped into someone, bursting some seams of his -barely holding onto life- bag.

"Can't you look fowards? Surely it's not that hard." He said harshly, feeling like his plans to go home without a word were ruined.