The atmosphere in the Common Room had returned to its usual state and Trevor was no longer around. Most likely, if he wasn't running to the Infirmary to report them, he had gone to hide in the fifth year dormitory, perhaps looking for an easy magical remedy for his swollen and bruised hand. It was too early to talk to him. Albus joined the group on the couch and, pretending to listen to Caius" usual list of ingredients, he softened his chest as he looked at Calypso, feeling sorry for her. He wondered for the hundredth time why he couldn't ask her out for Valentine's Day, and why they had to be so afraid of upsetting a leader who only cared about himself.