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It wasn’t often that the tall Ravenclaw prefect spent time out door. Okay, that was sort of a lie but not. Often coming out early in the morning to jog, and then for classes, he was outdoors a fair amount, more so than most, but he didn’t often spend time out doors just to enjoy the outdoors, not anymore at least.
So, the fact that he had taken time out of his busy schedule to actually go out doors and then to stay out there and actually do nothing seemed all the more unlikely. And yet, here he was, laying on the cold, dry grass with his eyes closed and his resting gently on a small rock shaped pillow.
Growing up, he had always been an outdoors person having spent a lot of time camping with his father and then more recently, exploring some of the mountains around his home in Canada but he’d never really explored Hogwarts much. Something about it didn’t appeal to him usually but with this year being his last, he’d taken it as more of a personal quest to explore the castle more and one of the first things on his list was the duck pond.
When he had arrived, the prefect certainly had been alone, but now, he most certainly was not. Eyes opening ever so slightly, he noticed a younger boy, one of the new Ravenclaws if he remembered correctly, sitting in the grass just mere feet away from him watching the ducks. With a small smile on his face, he sat up quickly, nonverbally cast the sonorous spell on himself and shouted ”Heeeeey!
Now this was nice. It wasn't super warm nor was it cold. There was a decent amount of sunshine that kept him from needing a jacket but there was also a breeze that ruffled his hair leaving it messy and falling into his eyes. After several attempts to brush his hair from his eyes and even shaking his head slightly but to no real avail he left it as it was. Messy wide blown hair just don't care.
What were the odds that he could catch one of the frogs? He wouldn't hurt it or anything, only catch it and then let it go ago. It might be fun to try. Maybe Luna would help him and then they could race them or something.
His silent musings of capturing frogs was broken by an extremely loud shout. It cut through the silence like one of his baby nieces ear piercing 'no one is paying attention to me' shrieks. The brown haired boy visibly cringed turning his gaze onto the source of the shouting. Was that?... Yup. He recognized him from the common room. His house Prefect. A seventh year if he remembered right.
"Hi?"