Okay, he had a *few* bad habits. But that wasn't exactly anything to worry about...right? So beyond wrong. Besides the fact that he'd found himself asleep inches away from the whomping willow, he was perfectly all right. At least that's what he thought. After stumbling off the grounds, being yelled at by at *least* three teachers and crashing into a group of Hufflepuffs, he slammed right through the nearest break in the wall he could find. He froze. What--Where the HELL was he?! His brows rose as he looked around, the walls lined with several inviting beds, all of which having very appealing covers...NO! Nope! Out of the RoR and down the hall again. God was he--SLAM. Right into another person before falling to the ground, stone cold.