Felix walked into the trophy room. It held some... interesting memories for him. Most of the things that ever happened to him happened in this room. He wasn't sure what it was about this room that always made things happen, but there was just something. Rolling his eyes as he ran his hands over the trophies, he discovered one in the pile that made him pause. It was the trophy that he'd thrown when... well, it had been a very interesting day indeed. Smiling at the thought, Felix sat on the ground with his back to the door, a can of Pringles in his hand. He was bored and he just needed a breather. Seventh year was a pain in the ass. He didn't want to do his NEWTs, not really. He'd just come from studying in the library, he didn't think he could even look at another book again. He was so done.