Grabbing himself a beer, he popped the top and took a seat on the edge of his bed, motioning for Phil to take the only seat in the place. A long sip later, he shrugged.

"Working on that at the moment. Got myself some prospects." He would have said more, but even if Phil had been his best friend since childhood, there were some things that were best kept to oneself.

Such as his insane obsession with the Ravenclaw Anjali. Or his odd enjoyment of various Muggle pursuits.

Of course, the simple fact that Lamont had made it abundantly clear that everything needed to remain quiet, well that had really settled it for the seventeen year old wizard.