Midnight was approaching, but Zach was unable to sleep. It had to do with the full moon that was overhead. Instead of sleeping, the young Gryffindor sat with his back against a tree staring out at the lake. In the dim light of the moon you could vaguely see the movements of the giant squib.
He really wished that he could have missed his parents, but for a change it wasn't his parents that he was thinking about. Oh no, instead the young man used this time as a chance to scheme his next few pranks. There were no prefects to intercept his scheming. No teachers within eye sight...
He just wished there was a partner in crime that he could scheme alongside.
enevieve Beckett had only just returned to Hogwarts for the new semester and yet, she was already bored. People still were glowing with that weird after effect of the holiday season that left people twenty pounds heavier and two hearts nicer. That simply would not do.
That particular night, Gen was sitting on the staircase in the hallway to the girls' dorms in Gryffindor tower, drawing up plans for her next trick on the prim and proper order of the school, when she heard movement down in the common room. When she descended the stairs to investigate, she saw one of the boys in her year - Zach, she thought was his name - leaving the room. Always up for an adventure, she silently followed him through the castle and outside into the snow near the lake. Just when he started to look comfortable, Gen approached him from behind and loudly declared, "If you're trying to avoid the prefects, this is probably the worst place you could have picked." Gen didn't mind drawing attention - she had a talent for talking her way out of detention that was made considerably easier when there was a scapegoat nearby.
He hadn't noticed that he had been followed from the common room so naturally when she had spoken, the third year jumped a bit. Did she really have to say that so loud though? Yes, he was in the wrong for sitting out here at night rather than spending the whole night in the common room but that didn't mean that she had to broadcast it to the world.
"And probably the best place to think. What does it matter to you anyways?"