What a gloomy day it had been. Clouds looming over the grounds, friends in the Hospital Wing, the idea of the Dark Lord coming to get them at any time. Would have been enough to get anyone down. Especially an already dreary Slytherin, who's troubles were doubled because of the Order of the Phoenix. Calling meetings here and there. However was he supposed to get there on time? Whilst managing to keep a Death Eater like cover at Hogwarts. Impossible, I tell you.

Drake Delacroix rubbed the back of his neck, a long sigh escaping his lips as dark eyes glazed over the Black Lake. There was already somebody sitting there, alone, it seemed. Drake may not have been a Hufflepuff, or anywhere near one, but he could still dedicate a bit of time to cheering up. Maybe his family was right. He just might have been an insult to Slytherin's everywhere. Oh, such a pity.

"Mind if I join you?" the young man asked the girl in a gentleman like manner, his head twisting to look down at her.