As usual, my parents hardly knew I was there; they had some big important skiing trip planned in the Swiss Alps. I will say that it was a rest to not have to worry about Umbridge popping up out of nowhere, but other than that, the whole thing bored me like an auger. I can ski, but it's not my hobby of choice, and the empty-headed, spoilt, bored, privileged children of the people who were also at that resort drove me nearly off my nut.