The feast was finally over and they had already had a few classes under their belt within the last two weeks. He had already done his homework. That was a first. He really wanted to go out to the grounds but he was away too tired and lazy to move. The third year flopped on his bed and looked up at the ceiling. A big, loud yawn escaped his mouth. He looked over at the side of his bed and picked up his guitar. He sat up on his bed and began to tune his new guitar. He was really happy to be able to afford his very own guitar for baby sitting his little sister.

It made him really happy, he loved his old guitar and he brought it here with him but he liked the fact that he was able to buy one of his own. Once he was finally satisfied over the tuning of his guitar he began to strum a song he was working on. It didn't have any lyrics but he had a tune running through his mind.