With the castle empty, Jewllian had taken to wandering. It had been a risky thing before, with the students wandering. Now? He could wander for hours and scarcely come across another person. He preferred it this way. The quiet of the snow, the endless echoes of his footsteps and his alone.
Sparks coming from the forest weren't something he had been expecting to see amidst the fluffy white flakes. Sparks.
Jewllian's expression turned from something serene and calm to concerned. Scared. His path veered from the hallways he had been walking to the yards. Before he could get far, he was greeted by a lion. Help, it echoed. Jewllian told it to lead the way and he followed it into the forest without a second thought.
What he came upon wasn't something he had ever expected to see. The Longbottom boy holding a bloody body. He couldn't stop his eyebrow from rising as he came upon the two. "Bloody hell." he murmured. "What happened? Is he dead?" Jewllian asked, kneeling next to the two of them.