After a cold homecoming back to the Gryffindor lion room, the boy no YOUNG MAN decided to make the most of the next day. He was going to have FUN before the terrible torture....right?. He wasn't going to let the circumstances get him down for too long. It was his SEVENTH YEAR! And he was going to have fun... Well as much fun as he could during in an examination year or during this inquisition or whatever they called themselves. He wasn't going to be one to lead an uprising; however, that would just..... not end well in anyone's favour. Nope. He was going to play it safe for now.

Thus the boy had scavenged a few things here and left his sad common room to go to the treehouse. And when he arrived at the treehouse - boy - was it his sanctuary. It seemed that this place had yet to be ransacked and as he entered into the room, he flopped happily onto the floor and just glanced up at the ceiling.

Relief washed over him and his concerns from the prior feast seemed to leave him in that moment.