The train screeched to a halt as Hogwarts loomed in the distance. He quickly changed in the train compartment because growing up with six brothers smothered any sense of modesty in the crib. He grabbed his trunk down from the luggage rack, hoped that Pluto wouldn't get stuck on the train as it went back to London, and began forcing his way through the throng of witches and wizards making their way off of the train. He saw the Gryffindor beaters stepping out of a compartment, so he made sure to edge just a bit closer to the wall so he would have a chance to “accidentally” step on one of their feet. He knew he would be able to take out the majority of his frustration when Gryffindor and Slytherin played, but he couldn't resist this chance at a little malice.

As Weasley stepped out, Lonan stretched his foot just a bit further forward than was needed and the edge of his foot landed right on Weasley's foot. He fake apologized, which was another of the myriad skills one was forced to acquire with so many brothers, and saw the rest of the Slytherin team stepping towards the entrance. He had a busy night ahead of him. He had too much food to eat, prefects to bribe out of the common room, some smuggled liquor to pick up, some smuggled liquor to drink, and hopefully his night cap would be luring Zelda back to his bed with him. Some people might think that sleeping with someone on the team could interfere with the chemistry should something unforeseen happen, but Lonan wasn't concerned. They had flirted their entire fourth year and fooled around when they were both too drunk and had almost won the Quidditch Cup last year, so sleeping with her could only be a good thing.

The O.W.L.S that he would have to take were a tertiary concern at that point. There was a Quidditch Cup to win.