A walk in the night [Chris!]

It wasn't often that Roxanne was in Hogsmeade, and she had never been there during night, which wasn't allowed anyways, but today she had felt rather bored and wandered off from her common room and eventually had arrived here. Roxanne walked along the streets, she was dismayed to see most, if not all, the shops were closed, and there was no one in the streets, it was eerily quiet.

Chris sighed. Why did History if Magic have to be so boring, and give out tons of homework?! It was after curfew, and Chris still had half of an essay to write. He was on the last word when he saw a student heading towards Hogsmeade. Not looking at what he was doing, Chris smudged his essay. He cursed, repairing the damage with his wand. Looking back at the grounds, Chris saw that the girl had dissapeared. Setting down his worn out quill, Chris went out of the common room.

As Chris snuck through the hallways, he wondered what the girl was doing. Being out after hours was never a good thing. But it was something Chris did every other day. He would be breaking his routine by going out tonight. But what did he care? Exactly. He did not. But still, it felt wrong, which was the feeling Chris felt while doing something good. Chris hated good, and hated feeling wrong. Two other things added to his lost of things he loathed.

When Chris finally reached Hogsmeade, the wind was blowing hard, and Chris wished he had brought a warmer coat. Shivering slightly, he entered the eery village. The girl was nowhere in sight. Turning a corner, Chris saw a cat sitting outside a door, mewing loudly. Chris scoffed at it, mimicing it's meows. Walking up to it, he aimed a kick at it.