There was a different type of sadness to him as he boarded the Hogwarts Express at the end of his fourth year. Truth be told, he was mourning the graduation of some of his favorite elder students - a weird thing to do since he really should have just been excited for them and the opportunities the future would be presenting them with. And yet... the sadness was there none the less.

There was also the fact that now he was headed home, his year as a fourth year student was officially to a close. It had been a good year - he'd socialized more, he'd realized more the importance of friendship and that he did in fact have those. But also... he'd given himself one year. This was the year he told himself he could relax and enjoy the social perks of student life. From here on it, his Ravenclaw heart was reminding him his studies mattered more than ever.

But he still had this train ride. Despite his newly created study guide calling to him from his bag beside him. So instead of reaching for that, he pulled out his sketchbook and some pencils to try to sketch some of the patterns he noted on the seat across him.