Dean was fairly sure that unless Ginny really thought one of the younger years would step up and outplay him, he would be safe enough. Which meant the endless speculation in the common room about whether or not they'd make it onto the team, and who was going to play Reserves, and the like was getting just a little old. He nipped out of the common room and grabbed his sketchpad. He had most of his work done for the night, so he could afford to go goof off.
He'd planned to head outside, but it was a bit rainy-looking, so Dean changed his mind midway toward the doors, heading back upstairs instead, winding through the halls and making his way to the Astronomy tower. When there wasn't anyone up there trying to snog, it had a nice view. He didn't get much practice sketching a prospective from above, usually. It'd be good for something new to do.
He walked up, starting to make a bee line for a window when he realized he wasn't alone. He stopped, following the Slytherin's gaze and seeing the shape of the flying thestrals. He'd never seen them fly much. But then, he hadn't seen them at all until after Cedric died. "Didn't think anyone would be up here," he offered.