With the new term now here, it was just about holding on to the summer heat in Scotland. That, of course, didn't mean that Finley wasn't prepared, he already had his coat pulled around him, and his satchel over his shoulder had a couple of books to keep him company.
Stepping out in to the grounds, Finley stayed away from most of the people around him, not wanting to et in their way, or annoy them in any manner. It took him a little longer, therefore, to make his way down to the lake like he wanted to, but eventually he made it. Heading to the bench he'd found the year before, Finley was quite put out when he saw someone had already taken it. With a soft sigh, Finley was about to walk past when he saw it was someone he actually knew.
Moving a little bit closer, Finley smiled shyly towards the witch before he spoke. "H-hi Paulina. W-would you mind s-sharing the bench?" He asked timidly, if she said no, he would carry on walking, but he hoped she wouldn't. She'd seemed nice at the feast...