Brent took in a deep breath and released it out slowly. He was no longer huffing and puffing, but it was too late. Somebody had already seen him and probably thought he was some out of shape loser. "Yeah, man. I'm alright," he answered with a nod. "I'm just so not used to climbing this many flights of stairs at once." This boy was a Ravenclaw, wasn't he? "I don't see how you guys do it all the time."

Still, it had been pretty cool of the guy to stop and check on Brent. "Thanks, though," he said. "I'm Brent Westwood. New Slytherin." Speaking of which, maybe it was better if he stuck to his home in the dungeons rather than trying to explore the castle. He'd have to come up here for classes, but there'd be no more casual explorations up here. Brent laughed at his own weak moment and said, "I'm usually pretty athletic. I played a lot of Quodpot in America. I'm kind of bummed at the lack of sports here," he admitted.