The worst part of being a prefect in Zennon's opinion was the patrols. It was such a nuisance, particularly since he's been one of the types of people to try and avoid them in his earlier years. He didn't do that so much anymore, mostly because he was usually too busy doing other things to bother trying to sneak around the prefects, but that was part of the reason he disliked patrols. They were time consuming, and that was assuming the didn't find some little hero trying to prove something whilst they were doing it. Honestly, why anyone thought he'd been a good choice was beyond him, and even though he would tell anyone who listened that he really didn't like it, there was a secret part in him that really actually kind of appreciated the trust and support that came with being part of something. The boys in the Brotherhood had his back, as he had theirs, and now, the Prefects had his back, which was a bit more elite than the boys in the Brotherhood. It was just hard to keep everything together when he had so much other work to do. How did everyone else do this. How did Leda? Headgirl and now with everything with Olive too, God, Zennon didn't want to think about the kind of pressure she was under at all. "I think we should start from the top and make our way down," Zennon said to Willow, now that curfew was in. He didn't mind Willow. They weren't super close or anything, but they talked on occasion in class and such. "I'm really not sure how to do this, so... I guess you're going to have to talk me through this a bit." He added, laughing.