Vianna returned to her absentminded fidgeting, her blue eyes gazing up at the people passing by every now and then. She then admired the sky; the sun was completely gone by now, but it had left a hint of pinks and oranges that mixed with the coming blues and blacks of the night, made the sky look more like a painter's masterpiece than a reality. "I see a pattern forming here, Professor," said the girl suddenly. "I'm willing to bet ten galleons that we're going to spend at least part of all the upcoming days under a tree, no matter where our fugitive mission may take us next," she finished with a light chuckle.

ooc: I'm off now, Ruthersss! I'll be back tomorrow, though! Byeeee!