Biting the edge of his lower lip, Fabian approached the Quidditch Pitch, but his eyes... his eyes were skimming the grounds towards the girl's school for any familiar face. Well one particular face.

He heaved a sigh when his eye search came with null results and his feet on their own accord dragged him towards the broomshed.

Upon hearing voices he knocked twice on the door before peering inside, he wouldn't interrupt Max's class for the world. Plus, it was more polite and courteous. "Teaching a class?" he asked curiously, deeply hoping his friend wasn't.