Bentley returned his things to Blaise's bed (rude) before flopping back into his. The fifth year groaned and rolled over. He was soooo tired of hearing about OWLs. Everytime he heard from his parents or grandparents it was about OWLs, heck, every time he tried to hang out with his girlfriend the first thing out of her mouth was OWLs.

"I'm already so sick of OWLs." He groaned. He was content to discuss summer plans though, anything that didn't start with O, even the fact that he may end up working over the summer AGAIN.

"Donno why the parents insist on forcing us to work. Working is a very adult thing to do, yet they insist on treating us like children. I'll never understand them."

He then rolled unto his back again and locked his hands behind his head, using them like a pillow. "Jamaica." He said responding to Levi's question. Man he couldn't wait to get home. Sun, sea, sand and jerk chicken was waiting for him at home.