OOC: What date is good for you?

Classes had finished on the monday that saw Henry Somerville, a 7th year Ravenclaw, briskly walking across the fifth floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was heading to meet Professor O Morain, the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, as he needed help with an assignment. It had not, however, been set by Morain but by his college Professor Valilancourt, the Potions Mistress. Potions was Henry's favourite lesson and he had been asked to get an ingredient for the Professor. The ingredient was from a living creature and Henry thought it would be better to ask someone with more experience to help him.
 
As Henry had just left his final class he was still in his blue and silver uniform. It was, as always, in pristine condition. His wand was clearly visible on his left hand side, the handle just in the view of someone who looked directly at him. Students were coming and going from their classes, most heading to their dorm rooms to relax after a hard day of school work. Most of the students pushing past were heading in the opposite direction. Most seemed to be first or second years and Henry towered over them.
 
'Are new students getting smaller each year? Or it is just me?' He asked himself silently as he carefully negotiated the maze of students. 
 
However Henry found himself standing still next to the stone wall. He waited patiently for the group to thin and he continued moving. He increased his pace so he was not late. Henry was in no hurry but he was sure the Professor had other things to do; it was kind of him to agree to help him in the first place. As he reached the Professor's office he knocked twice on the door and waited for a reply.