Byron had finished his first year at Hogwarts and had amassed himself plenty of friends. He could hardly wait to go back but he was content enough to roam the grounds of their Cotswolds home in the meantime. Byron had never had any trouble finding things to entertain himself. There was lava in the backyard to save the family from or brigards intent on stealing the precious jewel they had hidden within the home. Never mind that said jewel was an old crystal that had been adopted into Byrons collection of playthings sometime over the years. Point was that he lead a very busy life.

The oldest of them was in the dining room and Byron got himself settled before answering. "I have a sword fight scheduled for noon and have to rescue Leonardo da Vinci from the pirates at two. So I will be quite busy." The cat, of course, not the human. The young kitten he had gotten as his school familiar seemed to have begrudgingly accept its role as an actor in Bryons playacting though did not always seemed pleased about it. The grumpy young cat was an amusing contrast to his ever-shining, exuberant master. Of course, this recounting of his schedule was delivered quite seriously as Byron grabbed himself a biscuit.