THE COOL AUTUMN BREEZE nipped his skin as he stood by the river bank in the forest near Hogsmeade Valley. Draco was out on a stroll and spent the last few moments standing idly whilst staring at the horizon; watching the skies change colours as the sun was about to set. Another day passed doing the same damn things. He just wanted all of this to be over. Amidst the creak's chirps, the faintest snap of twigs rang by his ears - a type of sound only experienced soldiers like him could catch. "Even a niffler is better than that." He spoke up sternly, before craning his neck to the side as his fingertips grazed his wand from his holster. "Show yourself."