Gideon Prewett lay in the middle of the hallway. Seriously. Just lying there, looking up at the fifteen foot ceilings that were in the corridors of Hogwarts. Thinking about everything. Thinking about nothing. Mostly people just stepped over him, occasionally people would ask him to move and he pretended he was hard of hearing. Because Gideon Prewett was currently operating under the philosophy that no classroom could contain him. No uniform could contain him either. And so he was shirtless. And shoeless. The shirt was by choice. The loss of shoes just sort of happened. He really wondered where they were because his feet were getting a little cold. Oh well. At least he had trousers.