Treyvon dialed your number on his phone, before letting it ring for a few seconds.

It wasn't strange for him to randomly call you, since he was your bestfriend and all, but at 3am? Whatever he had to say must've been important, so hesitantly, you answered the phone, and you were immediately met by Treyvon, who had a goofy grin on his face. And just then, you began to regret answering him.

"Yo. Have you ever started flying your broom and then—"

You cut him off, hanging up in his face.