Great...just great...

( Just when I thought it was settled. )

*opens a book on magical creatures, staring a picture of an Abraxan flying over the Welsh countryside*

( Someday you'll realize there's truth behind my words )

*copies a final line of notes from the Arithmancy reading; closes the text and shoves it and the rest of the supplies off to the side*

*stretches out and rests his head in his arms, staring at the fire*

( a day of rest? )

*falls into a chair with a yawn and closes his eyes*

( Ready for anything...? )

*wraps cloak tighter around his body*

( Private thoughts )

*drums the air with two peppermint sticks*

( Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum )

*removes Defense Against the Dark Arts text and notes from his bookbag and places them inside the trunk*

( Private thoughts )