It’s a rather sunny day, a few clouds but not many loaming in the sky. Hogwarts was bustling with students like always. The grass was green, but some patches were a bit dried out looking; as the autumn season was fast approaching in the school-year.

Alex sat leaned against the stone wall of the castle, Hogwarts, waiting for you. He stood outside, fiddling with his wand in one hand whilst he held his broom in his other. It’s been over the time you said you’d come, and usually you were late, sure, but he had a bad feeling. And, that bad feeling was confirmed when he saw you walking up to him, blood on your hands. “...You look terrible. Did you get in a fight again?” He asked with a raised brow, standing up straight and setting his broom against the stone wall, tucking his wand away before stepping over to you.