The Slytherin common room could be a very nice place to draw on occasion. Olly liked taking his sketchbook down to the windows and seeing if there was anything interesting to draw. Sometimes there was only the murky darkness of the lake. But most of the time there was at least something swimming past. He liked it best when the creatures stopped to curiously look through the windows, staying still long enough to let him draw them properly. When he approached the windows today, sketchbook in hand of course, he was delighted to see a familiar giant squid at the window.

"Good morning Mr. Squid." Was it still morning? Could squids even tell time? Could he hear through the glass of the windows? That one Olly thought was probably a yes because magic and all. The prefect turned his attention to another person talking to the squid. A small person. A first year, he was pretty sure. He smiled at her. "He is very friendly." He emphasized the he just a bit. It was just a little rude to refer to someone as it, even squids.