[He's up in the Divination Tower, which is where he pretty much spends most of his time. The difference, however, is that now, rather than floating in front of the window staring reflectively out at the night sky, he's sitting cross-legged in the middle of the room, his journal on the floor in front of him. The bright red of his sweater, returned to its obnoxious shade of red, stands out like a light in the darkness of the room.]
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