It seemed to be one of those days that everything seemed to be governed by music, particularly songs that were simply far too catchy for their own good. Songs that would repeat over, and over in ones head until it seemed to infiltrate ones whole manner of thinking, it was near maddening. The lyrics could be applied to almost anything and it would seem impossible to ever rid the chorus, or the bridge. For today, Billy had spent the whole morning muttering underneath his breath, Daddy, Daddy Cool and then the afternoon, trying to restrain himself from a bout of air guitaring. Then dinner, his mind had evolved into thinking Im crazy like a fool and the boy couldnt help but agree, that yes, he was slightly crazy like a fool. Though Billy supposed that his brain was far too tired and lethargic to deal with anymore work, and would rather repeat ludicrous Boney M songs.

Albeit, the song suited his mood but by the time he was ready to tackle some of the study hed decided hell do, he couldnt keep the song to himself anymore. As he was returning to the commons for a quick bout of study before his rounds, he sung quite cheerily and received quite a few offended glances in return. Raising a sandy eyebrow at those who gave him such curious looks, Billy obviously didnt care that he was causing quite a ruckus. He thought his singing was particularly good; it was absolutely fine to listen to when one was in the right state of mind. But with exams drawing nearer, everybody seemed to be edging into quite the unfortunate manner of thinking selfishly and not enjoying the small things.

Then there was the not so subtle fact that this prefect was looking somewhat untidy. He had long abandoned hiding the fact that he ought to be responsible (by pinning his badge behind his tie), and his badge honouring his position was quite shiny and well looked after. But his hair looked askew, as if hed been statically charging his hair with balloons to impress the girls, not to mention he wore quite the questionable attire underneath his nice, plain uniform robes. He rather liked looking tatty, it was comfortable. A worn t-shirt and drain-pipe black jeans was his preferred choice, but Hogwarts didnt allow that all the time. Hence why it was convenient to return to the commons, study briefly and then transform into that Responsible Ravenclaw Prefect he ought to have embodied (and did, most of the time).

Bursting into the common room, he thought nothing of casting his curious gaze over each of the occupants. Most of them understood his forthright manner by now, and that generally, he was of no harm at all. Perhaps he was a little more irritating than most of the boys, and definitely less mature as well. As he scrutinised his peers and issued various greetings, his interest was caught by the presence of Tanya Varenkov. She, as usual had seemed to be ejected from the 1950s from her choice of clothing, and her expression was held by the mesmerising movements of the flames in the fire.

Strolling towards the girl, Billy felt that irrepressible urge to sing again. Perching himself on the arm of her chair, the Scottish boy looked down at her with an oddly calm expression.

Shes crazy like a fool What about daddy cool? Billy sung in the way of greeting, pulling quite the Boney M imitation. The calm expression that hed miraculously held for the past moment dissipated into his usual grin. Something interesting in that fire? he said, obviously itching to say something about her manner of dress. It was strange, what was popular in the past should stay there. Do you have a poodle on your skirt? He couldnt resist it, one had to comment.