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Drystan's brow crinkled when he heard the date—he wasn't on a team in January of that year. He didn't even start training until much later that year. In fact, that was his seventh year.

Which meant that he went to school with Boot?

There was no way the man could have been a Hufflepuff. Not only did he not seem the type, but Drystan knew his Housemates. So who else could it have been?

Noah.

Of course, he didn't go to school with a Boot, he went to school with a Noah. Noah, the Ravenclaw, Noah, the boy a year his junior… Noah, the boy who tried to kill himself in the Astronomy Tower.

He'd changed. Of course, they both had—drastically. But Noah didn't really resemble the school boy Drystan remembered. He'd honestly never expected to see Noah again. Drystan only kept in touch with Odette after school, and even then, it had been sparingly up until they both started playing for the Magpies. He'd continued to owl throughout the summer, but once he was recruited and his training started full-swing, time got more and more away from him, and the friendship had drifted to the back of his mind, and, apparently, eventually out of it entirely. Part of him had wished to block the sight of discovering him in the Tower from his mind completely. But while the two of them had forged their own peculiar friendship, Drystan was unable to, or did not want to. Out of sight, out of mind, however…

Drystan was more surprised than shocked or guilty right now, which he knew full well he could not show to Noah. As it was, Drystan could see that his lack of recognition had shaken something in Noah's core, and why shouldn't it have? Drystan tried placing himself in Noah's position, and thought it was a difficult thing to imagine, he could begin to make sense of Noah's beating-around-the-bush approach, waiting to be recognized, perhaps.

"Ah," he groaned, bringing a hand to the back of his neck as he saw Noah approaching the crowd.

What the hell was he supposed to do, now?