Dorian had actually been on his way to the front gates for some reading. That place was his favorite spot at Hogwarts cause it was usually quiet. The library was too of course but he enjoyed the fresh air when he could before winter started. So why had he ended up in the flower garden?

No clue.

Perhaps he had been lost in thoughts and walked the wrong way or maybe the fragance coming from the flowers was pulling him toward it but he was here and he figured he might make the best of it. It did not seem like the worst place to read.

As he sat down on a bench surrounded by colorful flowers, he placed his book on his lap and opened it on the page he had been last night.