Finishing the last of his food and rising to his feet, Kieran decided to head some place quiet until it was time for the to receive their timetables. The girl who spoke to him earlier arched a brow and Kieran gestured to the book that lay under her folded hands before giving a shrug. 

"I'll let the Perfect know then. Want me to go with you?" The question was poised with the girl -Sara if he remembers correctly- rising from her seat. Kieran gave a nod and tapped his fingers atop the book, Sara smiled and offered a nod, sitting back down and engaging in quiet conversation. 

Turing on his heel and moving towards the open doors, Kieran took a left and absently tugged the straps of his bag as he made his way down the corridor. He wasn't going far and truth be told, with the storm clouds thickening a they were, the excitement that filled the Hall would diminish with the first clap of thunder. Storms were common this time of year and Kieran adored them for it, it helped him fall asleep faster and kept the nightmares away. His pace slowed and his back straightened as the feeling of being followed drew his attention away from the sky, he had hoped it wouldn't start this early. 

Wishful thinking it seems. 

"Well hello Kieran, it's been a few months. How are you?" The tone was friendly but that hand that fell on his shoulder and squeezed was not. Half-turning and offering a narrowed look, Kieran watched as two more joined the first, the crimson-gold crests on their robes giving their house away. The first [i]tsks[/i] softly and squeezes his shoulder tighter, Kieran blinks and doesn't speak as the other two slowly move around to block his escape routes. Relaxing slightly when the familiar feel of his wand slipping into his hand and pulsing with magic, Kieran raised a brow and waited. 

"Aren't you going to respond?" The second one sneered, his wand jabbing him in the side, Kieran remained silent. 

"Oi, what are you going to do? Stand there? And I thought Slytherins were smar-" His words cut off into a yelp as a mild [i]Stupefy[/i] was aimed at him. Eaaily forming a [i]Protego[/i] between him as the three before him, Kieran watched as there wands rose and aimed at him. 

Dueling practice it seems. Oh joy. [@Sunflower]