The stairs were relaxing, he easily ignored the snogging couples and the passerbys who bumped his shoulders, on purpose he assumed. No, these things didn't matter on the stairs. It was like those people who claimed that running cleared their minds. The stairs cleared his and made the taunts of those who did know he attended Hogwarts, seem like flutters from a butterfly wing. Ineffective. He walked with a bit of pep in his step now, as he replayed a scene from one of his favourite tv shows, smiling at the cleverness of the script and the convincingness of the actors delivery.