Dan Adams sat on a swing in the park in Oceania. He sway gently backwards and forwards in the gentle breeze as the darkly-skinned lad enjoyed having some fresh-air whilst he thought about his time at Hogwarts. As much as he had hated it whilst he was there, Dan had to admit that he was strangely missing the Magical-Castle. He craved for a Detention, to just be bossed-around and led to the place where he needed to be. Dan was quite frankly struggling with the prospect of his future and didn't quite know where to go next. Dan's head fell against the chain of the swing as the breeze continued to blow him back and forth. He longed to be part of that school again.