So, he'd finally signed-up for Quidditch, and he was sort of regretting his decision when he took his book to study for the one thing was he didn't know was happening or not. OWLs.

Either way, Treyen moved one of the armchairs closer to the fireplace, and sat there. Book open, but eyes on the fire. A small smile made its way towards his face as he remember how him and Arya had been roasting marshmallows just a few months ago, before they were even a couple fifth year Prefects.

Things seemed simpler back then, no?