Halfway through his fourth year and Esteban was already thinking about what he was going to do after his OWLs. He had soft thoughts of joining a Quidditch team and carrying on his fathers legacy. He was easily one of the best flyers in Flying Club and Quidditch Club. He had not joined the school Quidditch team mainly due to either a lack of open slots he really wanted or more senior students getting the positions. That was fine, he still had Quidditch Club.

That was a while to go yet though so most of the time Esteban's time was filled with hanging out with his friends, of which he had in high number. Though of course, he had those that he was especially close to.

Esteban sometimes couldn't sleep though, his body too used to being active to withstand long hours of sleep. He headed down to the Common Room and heard rustling in the darkness. Pulling out his wand, he muttered a quick lumos and was mildly surprised to see the face of one of his friends.

"Bram? The hell you doing in the Common Room at this time of night?" He asked like wasn't doing the same damn thing. "I haven't seen you all evening either. There a reason for that or were you just wanting some solo Bram time?"