Connor came into the common room and settled himself into a comfy chair near enough to the fire to keep himself warm. He reached into his pocket for his silver flask that held his headache potion. He took a sip and then held the cool flask to his head. He could feel the cooling sensation against his warm forehead. He sighed and closed his eyes. All this mistrust he was getting from Kurumi's friends and their judgement of his veela blood was making his headaches worse. He took another swallow and then lowered his left hand holding the flask dangling from his fingertips over the arm over the chair. The other hand he used to massage his throbbing temple, then holding his right hand holding it out in front of him the firelight glinted off of his silver serpent ring with the emerald eyes. He really needed a manicure.