Probably, since it is his last year, he'll ride up in the front cars for a change. It seemed more peaceful here? Or maybe not. Anyway, Zeke chose to be here. Walking with that same dull expression, he stared at the ground as he passed by whatever was on his way, lost in thought.

It wasn't much of a big deal, what he was thinking of. To others, it may just seem silly. And downright, foolish to even take this as a problem. Merlin, the Gryffindor should be happy, even. Should he?

Dragging what seemed to be a luggage, it was however too small to be considered one since he decided to pack 'lightly' considering it's his final year, Zeke finally looked up.