So all they had to do was walk down to the lake together. It seemed a bit too simple, too easy, it made Tag think that there would be something big happening down there, you know? Walking with a torch wasn't hard, you know, unless you were those little kids. Thank you for the entertainment, again. Really.

Anyway, to avoid any possible accidents or anything of the sort, Tag decided to walk all the way in the back of the line. If anything else were to happen, he didn't want to fall victim.

And it was lightly snowing. Tag had not seen the snowflakes up in the Gryffindor tower so figured it must've only just started, which was kinda lame, considering they had to go down to the lake for class in the light snow. Tag, though, did bundle up his robes slightly more against his skin, trying to give himself very little warmth. He even lowered his torch slightly to have the flames flicker closer to his body, but not close, a safe distance.

Tag was watching how the rest of this class would go.