Dungeon sweet dungeon! Asher was home. After a pretty good summer, he was ready to get back here and start his third year. He didn't realize just how much he missed being here.

He had made a promise to himself that he would try harder this term to make better grades. At some point over the summer he realized that he was growing up. Yeah he was only a third year and turning fourteen years old. But it was never to early to plan for this big boy stuff. And he had quidditch to get ready for.

Which that was the very first thing he did once he got back was to sign up for quidditch. He walked over and flopped down in HIS chair in the common room, and took out his copy of Quidditch through the ages. He needed to come up with his own official moves if he made the team.