It was in the late hours of the evening. By morning, all of the students would be leaving on the train. That was something that a certain Hufflepuff had no patience to wait for, hence why he was heading out early and on foot.
A certain MASKED Hufflepuff garbed in black and wearing an enchanted carrying bag that had all of his belongings made his way outside and in silence. Looking through the opal visor of his helmet/mask, the MASKED Hufflepuff noticed that it was quiet and no one was out on the grounds.
Having calculated and mapped out the route to the town of Inverurie earlier, he took a compass out before turning in the needed direction and moving onwards on foot.
The mountains were rugged as the MASKED Hufflepuff trekked through the uneven terrain. Perhaps taking some scenic routes would grant him anonymity of sorts while he headed out on foot to the town of Inverurie within.
What could actually go wrong on a simple hike?
A certain MASKED Hufflepuff garbed in black and wearing an enchanted carrying bag that had all of his belongings made his way outside and in silence. Looking through the opal visor of his helmet/mask, the MASKED Hufflepuff noticed that it was quiet and no one was out on the grounds.
Having calculated and mapped out the route to the town of Inverurie earlier, he took a compass out before turning in the needed direction and moving onwards on foot.
The mountains were rugged as the MASKED Hufflepuff trekked through the uneven terrain. Perhaps taking some scenic routes would grant him anonymity of sorts while he headed out on foot to the town of Inverurie within.
What could actually go wrong on a simple hike?