Cleon had not stayed at Tycho's in a long while but it seemed his decision to do so came at a good time. Tycho had expressed a desire to not be alone since he wasn't feeling completely himself since the death of his friends father at the Sanditon Closer. That suited Cleon just fine. He adored his friends and was happy to be there for them in any way that was possible. Being serious did not overly suit either of them so he had mostly been using ridiculous methods of keeping Tycho's mind off of things. Cleon had not told Tycho anything but he also needed something kept off his mind.

Baxter's Knoll. He had dreamt of it again and he had no idea what to make of it. Did it have to do with the third anniversary of The Incident? See? This was why he had not wanted to be alone. Tycho had gone to check on his mother and now Cleons mind was wandering places he did not wish it to wander to.

Cleon's mind was blissfully taken off of it by the sound of someone at the door. He beat one of the slightly disgruntled house staff to the door and opened it to a vaguely familiar face. He was pretty sure the man had been a Hufflepuff in the year below him. Name... what was the name? It was on the top of his tongue.

"Come to see Tycho?" He asked, moving aside and moving his arm in a gesture for the man to come in as if the house were his own.