Having grown weary of being inside all day, every day, and sensing the same sense of dread in his students; Draco had decided to take his class outside today. He told himself that his decision to have his class by the lake didn’t mean anything in particular, especially as Harry approached him, his voice warning Draco about his presence.<br/>“The weather is nice and my kids are the only ones that are still pale,” Draco stated, looking up from the easel he had just mounted, figuring that it would be easier for the kids to just move the easels to the position they wanted to be in, rather than asking them to fully mount it themselves. “So I decided that we could have class outside today.”