Patrick had been dreading this class all week. He dreaded divination since his former head of house had left... unexpectedly as well. He followed the flames that lead down the pathway to the lake. He was very familiar with how to get to the lake by this point in his one at Hogwarts. Yet the pitch black that nigh brought gave him the heebejeebes more often than not.

Arriving at the lake he noticed Fletcher standing near the fire and log seats around it. Careful as to not sit in the wrong seat Patrick did a once around to find his name. He looked at the three two names tags but couldn’t read them without being obvious he was looking. He turned to face toward the fire and noticed Abra across the way, nodding to he lion prefect. He hoped this class went better than the running had been going.

Remembering his manners Patrick turned toward Fletcher, “good evening professor Fletcher” giving a curt nod Patrick scanned the rest of the students noting Jessa, but not recognizing the other student.