Colin was exhausted. As a rule he hated fighting, especially when it was amongst his friends. By the end of the night, he'd done wht he thought was necessary to smooth things over so they could all put it behind them and move forward. He'd been hopeful when he'd woke up, enough so that he'd gone out of his way to cheer up a crying Slytherin, one that hated him on no uncertain terms. While she had been polite, her friend had been vicious. He'd called him a fag and a queer, he'd threatened him, and Colin allowed himself to get angry and argue back. But in the end, he'd slunk back into his common room, reported the event to McGonagall, and was prepared to forget it. There was no point in getting all the other Gryffindors riled up about it, when they were already annoyed over the essay extensions. So, all being said and done, he was more than happy to climb the stairs and spend time with his best mate.
"Hey." He greeted with a smile, waltzing into the dormroom. He stopped only long enough to drop his things off at his bed, and contemplate the best way to lay on Jacks lumpy bed. "How long have you bee up here by yourself?"