It was early evening after dinner. Crookshanks had spread himself belly-up in front of the fireplace soaking up as much of the heat as he could, occasionally wiggling his toes in delight. Luna stretched out alongside him, "I don’t know how much you’re able to understand me but I’m in need of some help. There’s a boy in Slytherin who isn’t who he appears to be. I don’t know how better to explain it other than he creeps me out. The way he looks at Briallen is downright terrifying, almost like he’s plotting her death in some gruesome way."