Seventh year was supposed to be awful anyway, wasn't it? The boy had supposed so. He had remembered seeing a few seventh years looking upset or bothered by exams or life in general. On the train prior to arriving, he had been quite chipper. Yet his emotions were turning out to be quite..... interesting with peaks and valleys like a rollercoaster track. Yep, the feast had been.... scary. He joined the group of students, offering Professor W a weak smile before sidling up to Aboli. He gave the other students a small nod before turning his gaze before the maze. Oh how he missed the kneazle lesson now.

"Hey," he said before trying to flash her an upbeat smile despite not really feeling so hot. He leaned over to the Slytherin and offered a jest. "Maybe there's a portkey inside that will wiz us away?