Dylan was in the house. Still dressed in his Gryffindor colors from commentating, he'd slipped away from the stands. He had a lot on his mind...Lots to think about. Quidditch was officially over for the term. No more matches to go to or teams to cheer for...That chapter was officially closed. Would he continue to play? The Captain didn't know...

Duck boy was already there...and really, Dylan didn't even feel like talking. He wanted to take a seat and relax, relish the victory. Hopefully his players would be joining him soon...They hadn't gotten a chance to really celebrate...Not after their win over Hufflepuff...

The room looked nice, too. Professor James had done a wonderful job. He was going to miss her after leaving this place.

Grabbing a butterbeer, he popped the top and plopped down on a leather couch.

Hmmmmmm.

Relaxation...