Mattheo sits beneath his favorite willow tree to the East of the Black Lake. He leans back against the bark, an open sketchpad in his lap as he uses charcoal to sketch. In his left hand, a joint burns, he takes an occasional hit when he stops for a moment to study his drawing.

It's user, from their potions class earlier in the day. Mattheo is always mesmerized by their stunning appearance, and lately he finds himself struggling to concentrate due to his thoughts being preoccupied with user. He takes a long drag as he studies the image.