Exams were very quickly approaching, and he had his hands full not only with his studies, but quidditch and dueling club respectably. When the common room started to drain his energy, Ned found himself taking off to the grounds on a walk, hoping to organize his thoughts. As he approached the Black Lake, he noticed a figure laying on the shore. He was about to take a detour to avoid them when he realized that the person in question was Sloane. What was she doing over there?

Now, that was an odd sight.

Ned drew closer, half wondering if he was going to find Sloane asleep, but his eyes met hers. Daydreaming, perhaps?

"Bixby," he stated in greeting, as if she were just one of the guys. His head cocked to the side and focused on her eyebrows. They seemed to be her standard brown, but he supposed something did look a bit different about them. He went with the tactful answer. "They have a slight purple tint to them, but I wouldn't say they're purple."

"Is that what you're doing laying out here alone?"