Deimos gave an appreciative hoot and waddeled on his ungainly fluffy legs towards a spot nears Cad's hand where he pushed his head into the boys palm, hinting oh so subtly that he required his head scratched regardless as to what Cads plans might be for this rendevous. He obliged and absently began to scratch the owls head.

He shrugged at her question, the sort of awkward shrug behoving a teenage boy who wasn't entirely sure how to respond honestly but also to keep his street cred. 'I suppose so' he finished, 'It's quiet up here. It's good when the common room is too loud and I need somewhere quiet to study.' The truth was he often came here when Cameron and his gang of sycophants were hanging out in the common room being loud or rambunctious. It was amazing how much real estate Cameron Gillenwater took up rent free in Cad's brain.

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