So it was too late in the day for the former captain to be wearing sunglasses but whatever. He was. Suck it. West sauntered in like he owned the place, stepped over a random shoe, and ducked a pillow.

"What nickname is that?" West said, looking over at Terry who appeared to be a bit... put out? What did he have to worry about? He hadn't lost a badge or a girlfriend recently, he was good yeah?

He hadn't finished decorating yet, so rather than go sit on his bed, West went to his trunk and got out the usual wall fodder. Posters of pretty Quidditch ladies (and a much drawn on picture of Selina Skylar because it still cracked him up), a poster of Colin Mackenzie being all bamf, postcards from all the places he'd visited to play with the Under Seventeens over the past couple years, a poster of Disorder of the Phoenix, and another of Agromantula, and a whole lot of photos of West with his mates, and one with himself and his dad and sister. Good stuff. He left a stack of magazines in his trunk, there were posters in the center of some of those too, but they could go up later on the inside of his bed canopy.

There were no pictures of Alice amongst his selection. He had them... they were just being kept... apart.

"Does anyone have any food?" He pulled his sunglasses off and banished them to their usual spot with the rest of his accessories, and then looked around, gaze falling on Jozsua for a little longer than the others. He looked... more uncomfortable than usual? Or was that just him?

"I have an idea." He added seriously, looking around at his friends and grinning. Y'know, things might be rubbish for him right now but he was just going to put on a front and fake it til' he made it.