Milton was walking. He did that pretty well. Most people did, but Milton was exceptionally good at walking. He always looked hawt when he walked. He had a sort of swagger to his step. Not, like, over-dramatic swagger. But just enough to be subtly hawt.

At least... he thought so.

And as he walked, he kicked rocks down the pathway and thought about how CLOSE summer was. It was only a month away from school from being over. Thank goodness. His first year at Hogwarts was finally almost complete. And then he got to spend his summer with Anya and Amelia and... his dad. That wasn't exciting, but the other parts were.