He walked on the path, letting his feet guide him. His hands were behind his back and he looked around curiously. It was quite an adorable village wasn't it? Not to mention that it was Gryffindor himself who had lived here ages ago along with many other famous others. Too bad he wasn't from this place. It would have looked lovely on his resume.

He looked at a young girl as she past him on the street, wondering if she was a muggle or one of the younger students at Hogwarts but when she turned around, trying to get his attention he kmew she was a student. If she had been a muggle she wouldn't have talked about getting lost right?

"Yeah...sure" To be honest, the only company he wanted on a trip like this was that of Norah. But seeing as the other Prefect wasn't a Gryffindor... He sighed at his thought before he smiled at the young girl. "We're almost there" where there was he had no clue. "What's your name, by the way?" he asked as the house/museum of Bagshot came in view in the distance.