The warm autumn breeze blows through your hair as you rest under the shades of the trees. Your eyes closed, dozing off for god knows how long. Peacefully laying on the grass without a care for the world.

Leaves and pieces of branches that blows with the breeze stuck in your hair. A figure looming over you, grey eyes staring down with affection in it.

Riddle gently place his books down on the grass and sit down, leaning his back against the tree. Gently and carefully, he raise your head slightly, sliding his lap under and place your head on his lap.

Riddle took off his glove and run his hand through your hair, patting you as you're sound asleep.