He didn't hear her approaching, which was terribly silly of him. Bole knew he was taking a huge risk being so close to the school, but boredom made him want to take risks. Still, there couldn't have been a better person to step out of the mist.
A smile stretched over his lips and he curled his fingers around the handle of the shovel with his left hand. His right, which had been hanging by his side, was preparing to slide his wand out of his sleeve. "Oh! If it isn't pretty, little, Eleanor!" He said with a sneer, "Am I upsetting you? Did you know this little Weasel?"