On this particular Sunday morning Leo had risen early to see the sunrise and eat breakfast out on the grounds. He had stopped by the kitchen to get some food from the elves before he had headed outside the castle. Leo had resolved that if he wanted some fresh air and a change of scenery then he’d have to be up with the sun because the student’s generally filed into the library around ten.

Walking slowly down to the lake, Leo cut off from the path, to duck under the big beech tree that had stood in the exact same spot overlooking the lake as long as he could remember. It had even been there in his school days. Sitting down in a pile of leaves, Leo pulled out the newest edition of the daily prophet and started to read.