Florida! Land of the sun, retirement homes and Little Havana! A favoured vacation spot for numerous members of Columbia's capitalist bourgeoisie, and to his own shame and dishonour, his own beloved family! Oh truly they had descended into the signature western decadence found amongst all American peoples, a sin that would only bring the disapproval of the glorious motherland! And the sand! The horrid sand! How could his friends and family subject he, Lü Ziya, to the terrible effects of Miami Beach?! Cleaning all those tiny, detestable grains out of his furry ushanka-hat would be such a nightmare! Truly, to have journeyed to the state that even Warner Brothers' evil Bugs Bunny had rejected was an unwise decision! But it was good luck that he could choose his family's holiday destination for next year!

Australia! Everybody loved kangaroos, right? And he had heard that the flesh of the marsupial species was absolutely divine! It was a quest he would embark his family upon after the school year was done and dusted, or he would die trying!

"Chinese guy in the mask ... could you um, stop pointing at the Sun and get in the car?"

Ah yes, one convenience that vacationing to Florida provided him was the ability to rock up at the Peregrine here instead of waiting at the accursed bus stop (literally, the seats there had been enchanted by some smart-aleck wizard to play 2pac's music only to people with magic in them) on Koval Lane. Mr. Shakur was a truly outstanding artist (indeed, Lü Ziya could admit that he too was a massive fan!), and it was always quite interesting conversing with the man's ghost, but it was an utter pain to constantly experience music when readying oneself for the glorious school year!

"Dude ... can you hear me?"

Right, getting into the car. 0748 hours; a bit late, but it did not matter to Lü Ziya! If one could not grandly point at the sky in triumph for a minute because it was an enjoyable act, then what else was there to do? Immediately dropping his arm to his side, the coat-clad fifth year (yes, for it was his fifth year now) jumped straight into the backdoor, ushanka-hat and mask still tightly strapped to his head. It was actually quite difficult to see (mostly because of the fact that his hat covered his eyes), but like he had the previous year, he once again avoided death via falling down the stairs (or becoming Christopher Reeves, may he rest in peace) through a quick application of the Softening charm.

It still hurt when he landed at the bottom though.

Ziya pulled himself to his feet, wincing at the pain that travelled through his lanky legs. Now, would he store his suitcase in his room (was it 108, or did he mishear the two respected grandmothers this time again?) or go straight for the Tomb and commiserate with his fellow students in the school of magical practices?!

Bah, he could do the suitcase thing later. It was light enough for he, and Lü Ziya was never one to avoid socialisation!