Calvin groans and throws himself on the ground next to Dimi, letting his head bump into Damon's shoulder. It's perfect, because at this angle he probably can't see the way Calvin's face started turning pink at the implication he had even a single lion-like quality. That wasn't the scream of a Gryffindor he let out mere moments ago.

"What's the point?" he complains. "It's just goin' t'collapse on us in the middle of the night."