Servyn stumped out of the witch's room with an icy demeanor that ignited fear in each and every one if the guard's he passed by. His eye were cold and laced with his usual indifference and a trace of anger brewing in them.
Unexpectedly, Hermione ended up sitting out there without the knowledge of how long it has been. She lost track of time as she sat there for hours, surprised by seeing the moon already peeking out from the darkening sky.
That was when she concedes the enchanting beauty of the mild flowering bush that was planted at the back of the main Castle's building. The night light made the colorful flowers glow in darker hues enhancing their beauty more than it was in the sunlight.
It was serene and a true escape from one's inner trouble. The chilly wind that blew around demanded a shawl to be worn around her sleeveless, open shoulder dress.
