Sabbath was also enjoying their treehouse sleepover. Nells was doing a good job of keeping him talking and keeping his mind off his homesickness.

"Well, I have to agree with you. My abuela is very smart. But as for telling you stories, Nells, she doesn't speak any English so that could be a problem. Who knows, perhaps I can translate for you".

"Of course, my grandmother will like you, Nells. You're adorable, who wouldn't" His grandmother was a gregarious but forceful person to say the least, but most people found her warm and charming. Although, he knew she would prefer he spent time with girlfriends who were Gitanas, he knew she would be, in the very least, tolerant of her during her visit.

It was true, what Nells was saying, He did need to turn up to more classes, but it was hard to be everywhere and keep his promises to his family to continue his flamenco arts. It meant hours of guitar and dance practice and for Sabbath, family came first before classes, so this term classes had taken a backseat.

"Look, I'll try to get there more" he said, smiling at the mental image of Noelle dragging him into the classroom by the ear. "And Nells... I really do appreciate all the help you give me," he added more soberly. Although, he wasn't failing, he wasn't doing as well as he could. If she hadn't lent him her notes he would been a lot further behind this term. He scoffed out loud over her comment about him being a Ravenclaw. In fact, he thought he couldn't be more different from his Ravenclaw dorm mates if he tried.