Ash had decided he'd had enough of wandering the halls and seeing all the non-creepy decor, so he'd grabbed himself a soda, left that endlessly chattering journal on his dresser, and headed out onto the grounds, himself.

Finding the redhead dozing off under a tree wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind - his ideal situation had been to find some cute girl and hit on her - but company was company, and as such, he wandered up and initiated a friendly conversation the best way he knew how.

"Hey," he spoke up, nudging Albus' leg with the toe of his boot. "Rip Van Winkle."