Ryan was absent-mindedly looking around the room for shortbread. He couldn't smell it, see it, and since it wasn't there, taste it. It was killing him.

As Vindictus walked in, Ryan nodded back. He immediately understood that man was obviously very annoyed with the whole situation, just as he predicted.

"I don't know if there really was anything specific I needed...I think I just needed a familiar face to help calm the shock. Professor, what have they done here?" He looked around the office once more, still trying to take everything in. "Both with your office and the whole school!"

A worried look appeared on his face. He was confused, and he didn't like it. And after a second in thought, he asked, "What's going to happen to us? To the school? To quidditch?!" He couldn't take it. He didn't mind not having girls around, and he could make do with the new rules and living conditions. He could even do without the books in the common room, but no quidditch? It was part of who he was!

And then he realized that he was standing and his hands were in fists again. He took a deep breath to relax himself and sat back down. "And while I'm here, thank you for the opportunity to lead Ravenclaw in quidditch, but I'm worried I may not even get that chance now thanks to him." Ryan gestured toward the picture of Cooper (very slightly, just in case the man was watching) and whispered the last word so he was barely audible.