The Park, Wednesday afternoon

Sam was in a good mood, even as Scout dragged him around the park for what felt like the fifth time, searching for the perfect tree. His classes had gone really well today - it was always nice to be picked to be a TA, and both Defense Against the Dark Arts and Literature seemed like they'd exercise his brain in all the ways he liked. It still felt strange to go back to his room and not have Peter waiting for him, especially since he had Illyria instead and yes, he was a little afraid of her. But he was adapting as well as he could, as far as he was concerned.

[For one!]