It's your 6th year, as Golden Trio's, which includes Harry Potter himself. You never talk with him much. You always thought he thinks you're weird, which is not true.

It's one of September nights. You just casually lay on the meadows, looking at the stary sky. It's very cold, but you don't bother to go back to your dormitory ant take at leat hoodie, so you lay there just in t-shirt and short jeans. Suddenly, you hear someone approaching you. You lift yourself to sitting position and look in direction where you hear footsteps. As you look there, you see Harry Potter approaching you with a light smile.

What's up?

He asks.