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𝕽emus sighed lightly, hugging his sweater closer to his body to secure more warmth as he strolled the grounds, admiring the crisp autumn leaves covering the grounds in the most beautiful blanket, the nippy cold air stinging his throat and lungs

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𝕽emus sighed lightly, hugging his sweater closer to his body to secure more warmth as he strolled the grounds, admiring the crisp autumn leaves covering the grounds in the most beautiful blanket, the nippy cold air stinging his throat and lungs. He didn't care though, he liked this, Autumn was by far his favourite season, he liked to take strolls outside or read against a tree whilst listening to the nature around him. When it would shower, he liked to sit by the window at listen, the sound soothing his brain completely, especially when it was coming up to a full moon and he needed rest. He didn't know how to describe it but Autumn was Hogwarts' season, it just was.

It was coming up to the full moon in a week or so, which will be his second one for the year. He had to admit, he much preferred turning at Hogwarts than he does at home, as selfish as it was having his three best friends come with him dangerously, it helped him so much more, he wasn't on his own, they could distract him and Madama Pomfrey could easily heal his cuts and bruises unlike when he was at home.

He squinted his eyes when he saw some familiar platinum shining hair in messy braids with black ribbons tied in bows to secure them, a few loose strands framing her face. His heart warmed slightly as he approached closer, noticing she was doing exactly what he liked doing, sitting against a tree and reading. Her knees were tucked up, accentuating the flare in her denim jeans, her converse on show. He grinned sheepishly at the sight, a cream cable knitted sweater underneath a puffy brown coat to keep her warm. He debates with himself, deciding to go up to her, not at all surprised when she speaks without looking up,

"Oh good, you're decided to come to me" I hummed gently, patting on my blanket for the mousy haired boy, knowing he had been walking slowly on the grounds, my lips tugging upwards when he slowly sat down, his bones popping when he did so, causing him to let out a heavy sigh. I moved over a little so he could lean against the tree to, sliding my hand into my pocket and handing him a chocolate bar without looking from my book,

"Thanks" He mumbled, taking it carefully out of my hands, my head nodding, smiling whole heartedly when he wafted a block in front of my face, a mischievous grin taking over my face when I leaned forward, popping it into my mouth straight from his hands, hearing him chuckle, my head finally turning to him as he nibbled on his on piece, his honey eyes shining back at me,

"You've managed to run from the other three, congratulations" I told him, his head nodding when he raised his eyebrows, finishing his chocolate before muttering,

"Padfoot and Prongs are at quidditch and Peter doesn't want to come out so he's in the common room with Mary playing chess I think" He replied, bringing his own book out of a small little bag he had, stretching his long legs out along the blanket, his shoes just touching the leaves where the hem is, "Scarlette?"

"Hates reading, hates Autumn but loves naps. So I guarantee she's napping in her dorm, probably after bitching to Florence Greengrass, Melanie Parkinson and Patricia Bulstrode. She's not their greatest fans to be honest..." I informed him, his eyebrows furrowing, tilting his head to the side listening as I muttered, glancing around, "If someone heard me say this.....Parkinson is the girl that looks like scrunched pug"

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