"Not again" he mumbled under his breath. Every time he came to this classroom and it was dark he nearly died. It happened back in his first term and then last term he could've died. Why did DADA have to be so violent and make him nearly die each time? He just wanted one DADA class to be boring and by the books instead of some adventure.

He was young and wanted to live.

He started following in the bog. He began thinking of each and every danger that could arise from a Hinkypunk. He could follow the wrong one, and by the sounds of Professor Trent's question that was likely what was about to happen. "These are the reasons I don't travel at night alone and in strange places like bogs." he groaned. When did he become a whiner. "Honestly Professor I guess I would keep talking to the leader of the group and if I didn't know where to go I'd pray to Merlin that I pick the right lantern to follow. Well... that is if I have to keep going and not stop."