Ewan really wasn’t sure why he was exploring the lower floors of the castle today. Something inside him just suddenly said, explore so that’s what he was doing today. Maybe he should have been doing a little bit of revision but he simply could. Not. Focus. No sir. So instead, today was just going to be one of those days where he let his legs take him wherever he was supposed to be and that was that.

Although, he had kind of hoped that his legs would take him somewhere a little more interesting than the lower floors of the castle. Sure, if he continued into the dungeons, there was a pit of slugs and an entrance into the kitchens but he’d been to the kitchens so many times already for the pancakes and well, why would he want to go to the pit of slugs? No thank you.

Then again, maybe a pit of slugs would be more interesting than the broom cupboard that lay in front of him now. A very small part of him almost wished he wasn’t here alone and that he could just sneak in there with someone else to swap saliva. Although, knowing him, he’d most likely get detention and then actually lose his badge. Instead, all he did today was poke his head in to make sure no one else was kissing in there because, you know, prefect? DUH.