Re: Bastian, Isaac
"I'd like to help you out, mate, but all my friends are prefects." He grinned. That wasn't strictly true - he had other friends. "You could take up with the bane of our existence - the Potter crew, or the Prewetts - and I'm sure they'd be entertaining."
He leaned back against the seat, reasoning it wouldn't be too long before he'd have to go hold a meeting. He wasn't looking forward to it; he suspected this was going to be a rough year.