"Oh yeah, Hogsmeade trips." He'd forgotten about those. His mum let him go, because why not? He shouldn't be trapped in that dusty old castle, without his friends, just because she doesn't understand the appeal.

He looks down at her, and sees how blue her eyes are, and did her hair always smell like that? Whatever, she's Dais, that's what matters.

"We oughta start studying. Potions and History for me at least." He says, with a groan. "Can't hurt."