Lonely Hill. [With Daddy and Aunt Nom]

Andrew Hawkins -

Hawk was just fooling around Half-Blood Hill after finishing lunch. It was a sunny afternoon but occasionally a cold wind would blow. Hawk was with his knife even though he came here just after finishing lunch, he carries his knife everywhere. He sometimes looked at Long Island Sound and remembered him goal-keeping and discussing about his team's formation with his temmates. "Good times." Hawk thought. Hawk sighed and looked at the other few people who were also in the hill. Everybody was with their friend but Hawk was... Alone. He saw a bench nearby and sat on it. Hawk then took out his knife and stared at his reflection on it, imagining him and his father arguing over a writer.