#notsodeadlyfive

    “What? Is it the hat? It’s the hat.”

    Clemintine stared at the student in front of her. She had cuts covering the right hand side of her face from students bullying her earlier that day. The Gryffindor sighed quietly, rolling her eyes at them, “What do you want, now?” She asked softly.

   Clemintine hadn’t expected to see the Slytherin again, she hadn’t even looked for him; thinking that he wouldn’t want to see her. She was hanging upside down from one of the trees by the lake, hidden by all the leaves. The seasons were just beginning to change and she lovely just observing the nature around her. She watched her Patronus bound around on the leaves, chuckling softly as the pup walked around. The Gryffindor would often conjure her Patronus so she had someone to be with. She was pleased that it was a Saturday, meaning she could spend the whole day hanging from the branch and staring at the lake.

    “Incendio,” Clemintine whispered, pointing her wand at some random leaves on the ground, sending them up in flames. The Gryffindor was sitting beside the black lake, head resting on her knees as she watch the flames burn. The muggleborn was in her sixth year at the school of witchcraft and wizardry; yet she didn’t really have people to talk to. When a shadow covered her pile of burning leaves the turned her head to face them, “What do you want?” 

    “What do people not know about staying away from trouble--” Snow muttered, red mask and hood covering his face as he turned round. “What are you doing here?”

    “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

    “What are you doing on my ship?”

“And who are you?”