<strong>Name:</strong>Albus Severus Potter<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Student Dorms<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Athena (mentioned), Lily<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Albus continued on down the path towards the dorm area when he heard an odd and familiar voice in the distance. With a flick of his head, he caught site of a red headed woman stabilizing herself on the edge of a balustrade as pigeons fluttered all around her. She was hard to make out from this distance, but he was sure that was the general location of his sister Lily’s room (honestly it was the general degree of silliness that gave her away). With a thin smile Albus made his way towards her building. He had not seen his sister in months; he rather enjoyed her company and energy (he will never admit this out loud to anyone). Even the way she called him “Alby” put a smile on his face, there were very few who could still get away with that.  Lily was a bright spot in his life and he hoped it really was her up there, he was eager to see her again (five minutes of talking to her should cure him of that problem quickly). He quickened his pace towards her dormitory.<br/><br/>As he walked by he gave a polite nod to Athena, a PHD student if he recalled correctly, would she be teaching a class this year? He did not know her well but she had been pleasant enough to smile at him and she seemed a decent sort (Albus really needed to talk to more people). He should know at least a little bit about the people around here.  Albus reached into his jacket pocket and flicked his wand and parchment and quill teleported into the area beside him, floating along with him as we walked. He smiled, he was actually getting good at that one, and wordlessly at that.  “Memo to self.” He said out loud as the quill scribbled down what he said verbatim “You will make an effort to make friends this year. Furthermore, I have stumbled upon the most ingenious idea in my brain, that something using similar ingredients to a love potion, redirected and diluted, could be you used to build self-esteem and reduce depression …”<br/><br/>He talked his ideas through till he arrived at the main staircase of his sisters building. "In conclusion, there is no excuse for the laughable state of the wizardly psychiatric care which is obvious to anyone who has taken a five minute tour through St. Mungo’s” He flicked his wand again and the parchment puffed away to the storage compartment in the bag in his room. Then he casually slipped his wand back into his jacket pocket.<br/><br/>Albus looked up and saw his sister bounding down the stairs towards him. He did his best to put together a serious face. He crossed his arms and started looking around absent mindedly. “Oh, you’re here.” He said trying to sound nonchalant “I guess I must be in the wrong place”<br/>