Indigo nodded slowly. His day had been pretty average as well. Pretty much the only things he did these days were go to class and study. Eating was on the schedule sometimes, generally in the kitchens because the Great Hall was always too busy. Too overwhelming. "Mine was pretty average too," he answered. The next question wasn't as easy. "I like to come here. It helps me think. It's a nice place to be able to avoid the world." He glanced at him. "What brought you here."

They came to another intersection and this time it was Indigo's turn. He glanced left, and then right. "Left," he said decisively. He turned that way. And, with Eamon to the left of him, their arms brushed against each other slightly. Totally an accident.