After making sure his trunk and belongings were secured, Dylan made his way onto the train. His cheek still stung from the night before...Bee had hit him pretty hard...but it was what it was. She's said her piece...and he'd made his own thoughts known.

Not that the Slytherin was upset about the Ravenclaw hitting him. That really wasn't the case. Dylan had deserved it...But it just further solidified his resolve. They couldn't be around each other anymore. Not after what he'd almost done...

That was that.

They. Were. Done.

Reaching the back of the train, he slowly sunk down into a seat. Ahhh. Time to relax...Perhaps he'd even play some guitar a bit later...