Holy sweet Merlin. The term was finally over.

The next two months weren't enough time for Jun to forget exactly how many floating candles there were in the ceiling above him. Maybe he shouldn't even come back next term. Though, that was almost a possibility last term. Making his way to his house table, the boy, currently with gingerish hair, flopped down in a seat and looked around. This was probably the only table he wanted to stay at. But he was only here because a certain redhead made him come and say goodbbye. Couldn't he do that on the train or something?

Much easier.