If it had been a strange few days for Daphne, it certainly had been a strange day for Corbin. Strange in a good way, that was. He'd woken up to a whole new playground, with new rules and new playmates, and no Dementors around. No Azkaban. Life just couldn't have gotten any better for him.
He was sitting cross-legged on the Entrance Hall floor, with his journal open in his lap. Flipping through the pages he grinned every now and then before leaning in to scribble something, then flipping the pages again. Corbin was having fun, following the scrambling of little ants.
Hearing someone call his name Corbin's head snapped up, only to see a pretty blonde standing in front of him. The grin on his face widened. "Fairing. Fair," he agreed. "They say it's wonderful," he pointed at the journal while still keeping his eyes on Daphne. His wand was placed next to him, almost as if he'd forgotten it there, and he made no move to reach out for it. Harmless, she was. She smelled of fear.