16th october, 1987 (bill)

It was a Friday evening during Lochlan's seventh year at Hogwarts. A heavy storm had torn through the grounds the previous evening, and the students had been instructed not to go outside: lessons that usually took place outside, such as flying, were cancelled. Now that the storm had settled somewhat, the students were allowed back on the grounds the following afternoon, and they could all see the evidence of impact.

The trees of the forest had ejected large branches, some smaller ones had been uprooted, and there was an entire autumn's worth of leaves covering the ground. The buildings hadn't taken damage, of course. They had been protected. Except for the quidditch stands: one of the hoops had fallen off.

Lochlan sat outside with a couple of his friends, who were Slytherin prefects. They were messing about with the debris of the storm, as well as smoking a cigarette between them, which they shouldn't really be doing (particularly in their positions of authority: and Lochlan was Head Boy to boot). But this small area on the outskirts of the forest, overlooking the lake, was a common hideout for him and his friends Vivienne and Adir.

"So, are you going to get it, Lochlan? That girl was crying way too much. If you got her stupid fucking necklace, you'd be an actual hero." Chimed Vivienne.

They all laughed.

"Why don't you get it?" He asked her.

"Because it's in the bloody lake!"

He looked at Adir. "We both want to see your tits through your robe, though." He said, laughing. Getting a playful slap from the Viv, the three continued to banter together.

There was a sound from the other side of the trees soon after, however, and Lochlan raised his head in vague interest. If it was a Professor, he felt cocky enough that he could talk his way out of it.

Bill had wanted to see the aftermath of the storm that had gone through for himself, especially if it had caused some things to go haywire; he needed to brush up on his investigating skills if he was ever going to become a curse breaker. When he had heard of a girl who had lost her necklace, he decided he would try and get it himself. He felt as if it was the right thing to do as it seemed to have held a lot of meaning to her.

Trying to find a good spot that wouldn't draw much attention, Bill scurried through the forest to find a decent entrance to the lake's shores. All of the debris had made it difficult to get to it from usual means. He popped out from the trees and looked around. Didn't seem to be anybody here.

@Lochlan Riddle

Lochlan saw a lick of orange hair, and the tall stature of a boy who had done a lot of growing in a short amount of time. William Weasley, or ‘Bill’ as he preferred to be called, was from quite a poor family. The Weasleys were all pureblood, but they were also the biggest blood traitors around. Lochlan didn’t know Bill extremely well, but had spoken to him a few times due to aligning prefect duties.

When he came through the bushes, and looked around, Lochlan stood up against a tree and watched him, smoking the cigarette.

“What you doing there, Bill?” He asked, seemingly friendly, although there was a look in his eye as though he might suddenly mug him or something.

@Bill Weasley

Bill looked up and saw Lochlan. He didn't expect him to be in these parts.

"Surveying the damage. What about you?"

@Lochlan Riddle

"Pretty much the same."

He lent against a tree and looked him over. Just then, his two friends emerged from behind - wanting to see who it was. Viv merely scoffed, and walked away again. Adir gave him a long look, and appeared to just stand there for the sake of intimidation. Lochlan didn't appreciate that.

"What does the mudblood lover want?"

"Adir, be quiet. You know I hate that word." Hah. Adir tutted, and walked away. "Have you heard about this girl?" He asked Bill, as though no interruption had ever happened.

@Bill Weasley

Bill stood there not responding to the name he was called. He was being the bigger person.

"I have. I was actually going to see if I can help her."

@Lochlan Riddle