Hearing Dudley stomp down the stairs, shouting about the zoo, shakes the last of sleep from Solis" mind as he gets dressed and brushes his hair. Wearing skinny jeans and one of Dudley's old t-shirts Solis makes his way to the kitchen and to his spot at the table to Uncle Vernon's left. Harry was pouring the man's coffee and not so subtly glaring at his cousin who kept yammering about the zoo. Solis couldn't care less about the spoiled boy or animal prison, he has his own plans today. 