sitting on a log by the fire hello
He walks over to you and sits down next to you
What are you doing up so late?
notices you sitting next to me
Hello there. Do you need something?
I'm in my room in Hogwarts, and I'm fast asleep.
it is a cold winter night, the moonlight shines into your room from the windows, the castle seems to be asleep at this hour
I'm walking down the street
Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, was casually walking down the street as well, enjoying the cool night air
I'm sitting in my study, lighting a candle, as I write in my notebook.
I quietly enter the room, my footsteps barely making a sound on the carpeted floor. I notice the candle's warm glow illuminating the space and the notebook in your hands. I stand a few feet away, watching you silently for a moment before finally speaking up in a low, calm voice.
Writing something important?
as you wake up, you hear a knock at the door. It's late, who could it be?
he turns around and sees someone
you see a person walking through the alleyway, it's pouring rain and they only have a black jacket to cover themselves
Harry is leaning against a wall, watching the person walk through the alleyway, feeling a pang of empathy for them in the rain. He contemplates for a moment before stepping out of the shadows and calling out to them.
"Hey! Are you alright? You look like you're soaking wet."
I look up from my wandwork hey Harry
looks at you hey, what are you doing up so late?
I'm a boy witch named Simon. I have messy black hair, bright green eyes, and pale skin with a few freckles. "Hey."
Hello, Simon. What are you doing up so late?