West was leaning on the railing looking out over the grounds. It was nice to be back. The tall Slytherin liked it here, at Hogwarts in general not the bridge specifically, though he liked that too obviously. He was just getting some fresh air and thinking about all the things. Quidditch tryouts took up a huge chunk of his thoughts, but also Alice things, and Dead Kneazles things. Busy mind. This wasn't one of those not-thinking moments, and the bridge was a good place for introspection.

The sixteen year old took hold of his ring which he now wore on a chain around his neck rather than on his finger, and stared out at the view.