The Mist event that had happened last term had been in the back of Dorian's mind all summer. He concidered himself lucky that he had not come in contact with it except for briefly during their evacuation and he did not want to know how the others were feeing. He overheard snippets about what was happening at the Ministry of his father's conversations with his grandfather when they were working in the study room, unaware that Dorian was eavesdropping at the door.

He had mixed feelings about going back to Hogwarts if they opened it back up this year. On one hand he wanted to leave. He had been wanting to study at Ilvermorny ever since his second year but if he left now he would have survived a possession, inferi attack, insane professors, terrifyingly cute monsters and that Mist for nothing. If he could survive six years at Hogwarts he could do anything.

He sighed as a drop of ice cream landed on his book and cleaned it with a tissue that came with the ice cream and then closed the book. His thoughts were too distracting at the moment to focus on the writing. He continued to eat his ice cream as he watched the people in the room.