A heavy fog covered the grounds. A deep fog, one that didn't disappear as lunch neared. This fog didn't roll, but rather gave an impression of terrible permanence, as though sunbeams would never again pierce the clouds.

All the students huddled inside the candlelit castle. They spoke softly, as though to speak too loudly would cause the fog to put down roots.

Well, not all. Alone of the students, Draco Malfoy stood in the fog, enveloped on all sides by the cloud, along the shores of the lake.

He stood silently, a barely noticeable silhouette in the coastal fog, contemplating.