It had been a great day!
Of course, class had been rotten, because it always was, but Julian had gotten a chance to sit behind Hot Violet and when she had passed back their essays, he could smell her perfume. Their fingers touched, and he swore that she had a special little smile, reserved only for him, and there was this moment where they hesitated, his essay between their hands, a wide grin stretching across his face until-
'Um, Julian. You can let go. Hi Christian."
Julian glanced back to see Christian slipping into the class and shook it off. Whatever. She had smiled at him.
He had gotten a D on his essay.
Lunch was great, though, because Peter had attracted a crowd ever since he had taken a preliminary meeting with Puddlemore United to begin discussing his options once he graduated. They usually had a nice group of people to join them for lunch, but today the hot Hufflepuff seventh year girls had all joined them to hear about Peter's success, Sheryl providing extra attention because she had a cousin on the team. Her friend Carla seemed less keen, but Julian was attentive enough to know what she needed to know - all of the stats for the Holyhead Harpies. That'd cheer her up.
Class again, a quick two-on-two match with Peter and some of his teammates, and a late dinner, and then he was bounding up towards the Tower, wracking his brain for the password. On his way, he passed Cronis and Freya, and even though the latter was typically nice to him, neither gave his greeting a very warm reception. He reached the portrait, and three tries later, he was stumbling through, thinking the only thing that could make his night better would be-
"Laaadies," he greeted with a grin. He tumbled over the sofa, rolling onto it and falling onto the cushions, stretched across. Cassie's question wasn't for him, but he supposed she would have asked. "I had just a great day. Some Quidditch, some socializing, destroyed my Charms essay, no big deal. Just killin' it today." He let out a happy sigh. "You two?"