Despite the recent excitement that had enveloped his life, Orion was feeling oddly excited for his Quidditch date with Belle. They had hit it off rather well when Orion had arrived, and he found her very easy to talk to and confide in, something which he still didn't understand but wasn't going to question. The weather was finally switching from summer into autumn, getting closer to Orion's favourite time of the year with every day that passed.
It also meant he could begin wearing some of his warmer clothes and he had decided on a pair of comfortable trousers, a long sleeved shirt and his Slytherin sweater. He had debated about wearing his Quidditch gear from home but decided against it. He'd flown over to the Pitch instead of walking, thankful that he'd had his own broom in his trunk when he arrived. He didn't wait long once he arrived, about five minutes, and then Belle appeared. "Hello," he greeted, walking over to meet her. "No, not at all."