It was a quiet Sunday, at least for the young Ravenclaw, with a little exception. Today was the day when the boy would answer any personal dilemma in his own favor, a day where he allowed himself an extra pasty at dinner, a day where he would forgo a bit of studying in the name of pleasure reading. Today was Noah Archer's birthday.

While some enjoyed parties or celebrating with friends, the Ravenclaw was more used to spending the time to himself.  He had been spending the day so far either reading in the library or wandering the castle in search of any secret passageways he could find. Now, however, he was eating in the great hall, a rather pleased look about him as he chowed down on the various foods that were arranged upon the table.

This was interrupted, however, by a large package falling before him. He looked up to see his father's owl gliding through a lazy loop above him before heading back out towards the window. His eyes moved back down to the package before carefully pulling it towards himself. He found a small letter attached to the side, carefully opened it to read.

Son,

My father got me one on my first Hogwarts birthday.
Happy Birthday.

Dad.

He looked down at the package curiously, baffled at what exactly could be inside. He lifted it up and lay the parcel on his lap, carefully pealing back some of the paper to peak at what was inside. He inhaled lightly as the wooden head of a broomstick peered back out at him. He immediately shoved it back into the paper, looking around a bit.

This had to be one of the most situationally confusing moments the young boy had ever encountered. On the one hand he was delighted at the gift, the idea of his own broom tickling him. However on the other, should anyone know, there would be a layer of expectation... or worse, indignation. He wasn't a particularly poor flier, but he was certainly not among the best; what if one of his superiors saw it and admonished him for owning a broom at his level? What if it caused jealousy in others who didn't have one? He didn't want to make anyone feel bad, and more deeply, he didn't want anyone to resent him.

He sighed lightly as he slipped the parcel further down his legs and under the table, where it would be hidden for now. He could move it off to Ravenclaw tower later. If he was lucky, he'd manage doing so without drawing too much attention to himself. Maybe even use one or two of the passages he was able to uncover in his search of the building.