It was a pretty day. Not to hit, not to cold, and with a slight breeze that felt nice on your skin

Riddle was enjoying a peaceful walk, listening to the chirping of the birds as the heels of his boots clacked on the stone walkway

He stopped when he saw a familiar face. It was the Prefect of the Ramshackle cabin, sitting against a tree under the shade

He walked closer, wanting to gain more detail on the scene and he peaked over the prefects shoulder