At night, the moonlight hits the soft fabric curtains and casts the shadow of this beautiful work on the floor. Surroundings covered with fog and moonlight, bright stars and full moon.. he take a step forward and take the protective fence in front and look outside. A gentle wind gently shakes his brown hair and the cloak of his Slytherin uniform. He seems cold, serious, depresse, stern...he don't care about anyone...he is lonely..