He had done so much today, he had done waaay too much today. He had gotten up early like one of those boring adult people that had jobs. Waking up early is torture. The first year was tired. He had walked around Hogwarts and nearly all of the grounds all day long today. He felt drained but that was probably because he didn't bring his guitar with him, he could go get it right now but that meant that he would have to walk further than what he wants to right now.

The Scottish boy couldn't even make it to the sofa, he just flopped on the floor. "JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIIIIIE." He yelled out dramatically. Someone was going to step on him and that wasn't going to be fun but he would get through it. Maybe he would die an honorable death, one with too much exercise in one day...no on year...no still not right...in ONE LIFETIME. The little first year was so dramatic right now thanks to his lack of sleep last night.