the foxes hunt the hounds

Andrew hadn’t been big on crowds since his brother’s death, he didn’t want to make small talk or pretend like he wasn’t constantly thinking about what to do if something happened, and where the nearest exit was. If Maelie hadn’t dragged him to Sirius and Mary’s wedding, he’d likely be in his dorm reading. But here he was lurking on the outskirts of the party, leaning against the wall with his eyes scanning the crowd when he noticed a figure nearby. “You’re missing the party by staring at me.” Andrew smirked just slightly and turned to look at them.

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For once, Alastor had woken up in his bed. Not that it made the hangover any better. His head was pounding, and what he needed was some fresh air, and a quiet place. So he headed out, going straight to the Black Lake. He figured at this time, it should be quite empty. Clearly, he thought wrong as he was welcomed by a camera pointed at him the moment he got there. But still, one other person wasn’t entirely terrible. “Apparently not, seeing as neither of us are there.”

“Yeah,” Andrew said, looking over the other’s shoulder at the castle. “Well, I’m not too big on crowds.” He let his camera drop against his chest as he turned and gestured to the lake. “And I like the view this time of the evening. It’s perfect for pictures.”

August paused, frowning a little when he realized that there was a camera pointed at him. “So did I.” He added. He’d been out for hours, not really feeling like going back to the few people that had remained in the castle over the holidays. “What are you doing here?”

“What’s it look like?” He held the camera up with a small smirk. “It’s the best time to photograph the grounds and get some time to think. Beats your thoughts being drowned out by the loud talking in the Great Hall.”

“Well, I saw you coming down, dear.” Adira moved closer to her friend, a warmer smile on her lips. It seemed like, ever since Simon’s unfortunate death, Andrew’s been hiding from everyone, including herself. Apart from Sun, Blaise, Nyx and Elon, Andrew was an incredibly close friend to her. It hurt her seeing him like this. “I’m trying to avoid packing for home. You want to keep me company?”

He smiled when she did, raising the camera to snap a quick picture of her before tilting his head in the direction of the lake. “I think you’re the one person I could actually deal being around right now.” Andrew sat down facing the water, removing the camera from around his neck and setting it down. “You have to go home for break?”

Maelie was glad to be back at Hogwarts after some time at home. She loved being at home, but there was just something about the Hogwarts grounds that she’d always loved, and being down by the lake was one of her favourite places. So, when she wandered down the hill and found that one of her friends was already down there, she couldn’t help but smile at him. “I’m not very hungry.” She admitted, absent-mindedly kicking a rock into the lake. “What are you doing down here? Trying to catch a picture of the squid?”

He smiled slightly when he realized it was Maelie, his head tilting to one side. “Well, I’m trying, but I don’t think she wants my company all that much?” Andrew looked to the lake, his eyes squinting against the glare of the setting sun. “Maybe you’d have better luck with the squid.”

Clydeane had decided to stay a few extra days at Hogwarts before returning home for the holidays, thinking it might be a good time to sneak around parts of the campus where she might have typically been stopped by prefects. However, it seemed like several people had a similar idea, leaving the castle still decently filled with students of all sorts. It had all felt too… crowded, so she skipped dinner, finding herself out by the Black Lake and, surprisingly, in front of the Davies boy. “Well, you’re certainly a sight for very sore eyes,” she teased, moving a little closer. Andrew was a friend of Mae’s, a rather pretty one, and she couldn’t see the harm in flirting with him a little every time she saw him. “You know, if you wanted a photo of me, you simply needed to ask, love.”

Seeing Clydeane, and being reminded of the first time they met--how she’d forgone a greeting in favor of complimenting his ass--he couldn’t help the small uptick of the corner of his mouth. “If that’s the case, may I take your photo, Crewe?” He felt a little guilty for the playful banter, but still raised the camera again, a questioning look on his face.

Addison shrugged her shoulders, tucking her book under her arm. “Wasn’t particularly in the mood to socialise, if I’m being entirely honest.” Not that she usually was anyway. “What’s your excuse?”

“Same excuse as always,” he said, mirroring her shrug as he looked back down at his camera. Andrew fiddled with the strap for a moment before looping it around his neck letting the camera hang there. “And I like photographing the lake when no one is here. Do my excuses check out?”

Andrew hadn’t been much of people person recently, choosing to spend his time down by the Black Lake, distracting himself with a book or some homework. This time, he chose his camera--a muggle one his parents had gotten for him years ago--and was photographing whatever he found interesting. He was looking through the lens, turning around to find a good subject for a photo when someone walked into frame. “Huh,” he said, looking up from his camera. “I figured everyone would be up in the Great Hall for dinner.”