The one good thing that could be said about
Defensive Theory was that for the seventh years, it was the last class of the day. Julian therefore did not stop to collect his $200 and went directly back to Hufflepuff, head down and marching as quickly as his long legs would take him.
He emerged briefly from the boys' dorm to dump a cauldron load of
chocolate fudge on a table in the center of the common room then returned abruptly to his room. His roommates wouldn't have seen him for the rest of the evening, but would have heard the sounds of
The Cure playing on repeat from his record player, muffled through the drapes.
Eh, enjoy the chocolate????