THIS wasn't the best start to a Hogwarts year. NOT AT ALL. It was even worse now because this was his final year, plus the Head Boy badge he was wearing didn't seem to help his case either.

Honestly, what was Tate thinking? And how come Hadley went along with it??

Right now, Scabior was the worst Professor to ever graced the Hogwarts corridors AND the Observatory. Granted, it had only been five points. Five little points that he could make in no time, but the situation wasn't precisely helping with how he'd been feeling since he got on the train to Hogwarts.

Also, he wasn't in the mood for spending precious time with people...and the only place where he could have some quiet time was, of course, the Prefects' Bathroom. If any other Prefect stepped inside, he wouldn't mind, but this seemed the perfect place to hide stay for a while.

The Lockhart boy was extremely childish when he stepped inside, though, for his bag and outer robes were thrown into the nearest chair as the oh-so-evident frown worsened. The badge was pinned to the outer robes, by the way. That meant, he wasn't wearing it anymore. A break, apparently. And no matter how he felt he needed to be alone, he secretly wished that he had someone to talk to, even if it was Salander the one who managed to enter through the portrait he'd come from, he'll be extremely happy to see him...but he wasn't going to, he wasn't at Hogwarts anymore.

At this thought, he just...sat on the edge of that mini-pool (like Salander called it) and eyed the badge that was conspicuously glistening across the room. The badge wasn't what truly bothered him, was it?