Aristide's day had been going at its usual pace and he hadn't noticed anything too different about his day. He had borrowed targets from the Leisure Sports club and had his bow and arrows with him as he set himself up on the lawns away from most of the other students. He didn't tend to pay much attention to most other students but that didn't mean he wanted to accidentally pierce one with one of his arrows. Not that he ever missed a target but one never knew when one of the other students might run across his line of fire when playing their own games. On top of that, Aristide and his bow and arrows were an often known sight among the Hogwartians, just as much as the sight of him with a lyre.

Notching one of his arrows, he let it fly. And rose an eyebrow as it continued to fly, rather slowly rather than the usual speed an arrow would take. This arrow was going so slow it might have seemed still if you weren't paying enough attention. Going over to the arrow, he eyed it curiously. "Interesting," he muttered to himself as he noticed the arrow inching just a bit further.