Will made it a habit to clean out his flat at the end of every season; mid-August meant that that time was upon him again. 'Course, he knew summer didn't really end until mid-September, but since school had started at the beginning of September he was programmed, like everyone else, to end summer a bit early.
He had finished the actual cleaning, and had started on what he termed "refining." He went through his closet, packing away some summer stuff, getting rid of some things, etc. Eventually, he reached the boxes in the back of his closet, which he looked through with every cleaning but never got rid of. Will was a nostalgic person...or a pack rat. Will personally preferred the former.
He reached for the first box, marked "Hogwarts 7th Year," sat cross-legged in front of it on the floor, and opened it. Sitting on top was a little handmade book; pieces of paper with holes punched in one side, tied up with some string. Hogwarts didn't do yearbooks the way Muggles did, but the students usually made it a habit to make their own notebooks and get all their friends to sign them. Of course, most students waited until their 7th year, but Will had made them every single year, if only to get signatures from his 7th year friends. Smiling fondly, Will picked it up and flipped it open. He flipped past the first page--Wendell had decided to doodle on it--and laughed at the first signature.
"Will. You were always so friendly. It actually made me uncomfortable sometimes. Alain Walmsley."
"What a great guy!" Will said, chuckling.