Dylan was coming down from the Seventh Floor feeling much lighter than before he'd went up. It was unexpected, considering he'd anticipated a fight...A physical fight, actually...with a certain Ravenclaw possibly killing him...

...But she hadn't. Things had been said and what not. Everything was laid out on the table now...and the Slytherin Quidditch Captain could finally rest easy. About that, anyway.

Either way, it was one less thing he had to worry about...

In passing, he remembered the Healer, and decided to stop in on his way back to his common room. Why not, right? Dylan hadn't been to see her since getting back to school.

Stopping at her Office door, he paused before knocking.

knock, knock, knock!