After his run-in with Rabastan he wasn't exactly sure he wanted to go back to school. They were meant to be friends, but he had felt that Rabastan really wasn't interested in talking to him, and had been mean on purpose. Maybe the boy was tired, after all he had probably only just returned from France and travelling made people tired.
Even so, it was best to give Rabastan space, and not to annoy him any more than he had done already. He moved through the press of people, trying to find somewhere to sit, but everywhere seemed busy, packed with students and their families. He was trying hard not to get in anyone's way, and as he stepped out of the path of a student and their trolley piled high with luggage, he backed into someone, dropping his satchel and his books. "I'm sorry!" Basil managed, trying to scoop everything off the floor and save it from the hundreds of feet. "I'm really sorry!"