Gregory mostly tried to keep his head down these days. People tended to accuse him when awful things happened, and with it happening more and more often, he shied away from those who might want to start a fight. Fighting would just prove to them he was as awful as they thought. Plus is was cold. Really cold.
He’d been walking back from helping at the castle, working with a few others to patch a hole in the wall. When he’d seen someone curled up in the snow next to an alley. He kept his hand on the hilt of his wand, but as he began his approach, the person--- a boy it looked like, got up a little haphazardly and began to walk. There was something odd about the movement, and it took Greg a second to see the red trail he left behind.
Greg jogged up to the stranger, his hand reaching for the kids shoulder. “Hey, Mate, you uh… alright?”