As Draco began to follow the winding dirt path, he could feel the slight chill in the air. Unusual for an August evening, it made him shiver, his dragonhide shoes now slick with mud; he cast a quick " Scourgify" to remedy it and carried on. The hanging lights weaving between the thick branches illuminated his path with a faint orange glow and he could smell the nutty and sweet scent of the beech trees and stopped abruptly as he came into the clearing. 