SIXTH YEAR. It was heeeeere. Finally. Even though it was technically only his second year, but whatever. Only two more school terms, and Milton was outta there. Even though he liked it and refused to admit it. But he was quidditch captain this year, so he really couldn't complain too much. He was rather excited to kick some butt at quidditch this term. And be the LEADER of it.

With a big sigh, the new quidditch captain flopped sideways into an overstuffed armchair and kicked his legs over the armrest. It was rather relaxing by the fireplace. Almost good enough to nap, but he was still a little to excited about the new term. How uncharacteristic of him... Or his reputation or.. whatever. Meh.