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There was less than one week left here, at the castle, before the holidays.
The moon was crisp snow and reflected like white rose petals along the rippling surface of the Black Lake. Real snow had come, and melted, and come again, and now, he stood quite still in nothing but his leather boots and school robes at the crest of the lake. The sun sunk so early this time of year and he found himself missing the sweet kiss of summer sun as the chilled evening air nipped at exposed skin.
Behind him, he felt rather than heard someone’s presence and when Adrian pivoted his head, it was the sight of the rather otherworldly Lucius Malfoy that met his eye. He was hard lines and pale skin and almost neon hair and he practically glowed against the dark backdrop of the castle grounds illuminated only by a winter moon. The bloke had a year on him, but everyone knew who Malfoy was, even those that were not a part of the Sacred 28 or Slytherin, like himself.
“Come for a dip?” Adrian asked blankly, allowing his gaze to rest again on the water. “I hear cold water is good for the pores.”
