Roth had caught a glimpse of the young man out of the corner of his eye as he stopped to light his cigarette. He hadn't thought much of it. The school was full of people, after all. But just for the hell of it, he carried on pretending that he hadn't seen him. If he was following, it would be easy enough to spot.
Roth continued on in the direction of the forest. He hadn't been there for years, either. Even though he'd been at school since the beginning of the term, he had hardly explored his old stomping grounds. So far he'd had a steady stream of entertainment coming right to his own door. Students and faculty and others, all came to have a chat. Not this one, though. This one had never come to Roth's office, but he'd seen him in the Great Hall. He was pretty, and a little dramatic. Difficult to forget.
He reached the edge of the forest, keeping an eye out for anyone else who might be lurking. He wasn't going to let the refugee get the drop on him. Regardless of the possibility that they'd been on the same side of the war, Roth wasn't making any assumptions about how he would behave.