Well, there it was. The beginning of sixth year. The year of quidditch captainship, too, which he was rather excited about. But if anyone happened to walk past him then, they wouldn’t have been able to detect his excitement. It was rather subdued, due to... reasons.

After the feast ended, Milton had wandered back up to the Ravenclaw common room, like most everyone else in his house had. He had already gotten settled in, but he didn’t feel like trying to sleep just yet. He was a little restless for one reason or another. So, he went out to the corridor just to take a walk, take a breath of Hogwarts air, and hopefully relax. This was an important year—he had things to worry about.