Callum stood up, he was really tired. He stretched and gave a little yawn before waving goodbye to his fellow Gryffindors. He roamed the dark corridors toward the portrait of the fat lady. He grumbled, as he thought of the pile of homework he had to complete before bed. He climbed through the portrait hole and made his way to the best armchair in front of the fire, and pulled out some parchment and a quill. He sighed, and looked into the flames. He couldnt concentrate, he had other things on his mind.