Who: Neville & Open Where: Sixth Floor corridor When: Early evening Why: Neville takes a minute to slack off (gasp)
Neville paused by the window of one of the sixth floor corridors. The heavy basket of firewood landed with a thump next to him. Screw it. Malfoy could wait another five minutes for his damn fire. There was no one around.
He leant against the windowsill and looked out towards the grounds. They were particularly beautiful tonight. The sun was just setting behind the lake, making it alternating shades of orange and pink. It was a clear night, though cold, and a layer of half-melted snow and frost covered the trees. Even the Whomping Willow looked peaceful.
He breathed in the sharp, clean air. Fresh, delicious, with a hint of pine, and other winter plants. He wanted more than anything to go for a walk among them in the twilight. Well, perhaps not more than anything, but what he really wanted... well, it seemed more impossible every day that he was stuck here.