Carlton dropped his bag full of books on the ground next to him and curled up into a ball in one of the arched windows surrounding the open Courtyard. He watched students pass by, sporting the colors of all four houses. He didn't know anyone that passed him. He sighed and placed his chin on his knees. The lessons were fun and all, and he'd met some genuinly nice people. But they were all older than him and all that time between the lessons were just spent in panic, reading up on whatever magical creature he'd meet in his next class.

Truth be told, no matter how cool Hogwarts was, he kind of missed home. He drummed a little melody with his fingers on his knees before finally deciding to leave the Courtyard. Maybe he could go sneak another hot beverage at Professor Greyvson's office or talk about muggle things with Professor Stewart.

Carlton bent down, picked up his bag off the ground and hoisted it up on his shoulder.

THUD.

He froze, frowning. Had he just.... Had he just smacked someone in the head with his bag full of school books? Carlton turned around slowly and looked down at the ground.

Yep.

He had definitely done that. He looked down at a groaning figure on the ground with dark hair spread across her face.

PANIC.

"Oh, oh, oh!" He shifted his weight looking around them. Someone had to have seen that right? It was just an accident! He hadn't attacked another student in the middle of the Courtyard. He hadn't! "I didn't see you! He started, hugging his bag close to his chest.

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Oops?