Irial Darkk wandered onto the streets of Hogsmeade, his hands shoved in the pockets of his cloak. He had no idea why he was coming out here when he was perfectly happy with the silence of the school while everyone was here. Perhaps it was because he was curious. Either way, he found himself here among the crowds.

His long black hair was down today and he looked like a black shadow as he walked the street. He managed to find a spare bench with no one seated on it, and he took the opportunity to sit down and observe.