Blue eyes narrow slightly behind dark sunglasses at the person in front of him, something is fizzling in the air around them it seems, just the power he senses from the other- something dangerous. The boogey scrunches his nose before he steps forward, staying under the shade of the tree, "are you lost? This is the cemetery."
harvey was on a mission. he wanted to get to know as much as possible about the academy, and it was inevitable to end up in the cemetery eventually. he followed the trail of someone who died on the premises long ago just so he could leave a well-deserved message (sir, we do not like your books). it was a very immature thing to do, but harvey cared less about what others would think (on the contrary, he wanted to be crowned for his ingenuity). the problem was, and perhaps it was part of the mystery, that the grave was unmarked. many tried to find it and failed – harvey was probably not the demon to find it, but he was too stubborn to listen to reason. he held a small ball of fire in his hand to light his way (nothing too big, because he needed to control it). when he heard a voice from the shadows, he thought it was a ghost. “I know this is a cemetery. I came here willingly. now, bugger off spirit,” he did not want to waste his time with a mere wailer, so he continued his search, accidentally stepping on a grave in the process.
