Patrick walked down to the barn. He loved Care of Magical Creatures. It was one of those classes that regardless of how much weird stuff they would experience he always walked away feeling like he knew what he was doing. Today, he wasn't sure what would happen but he was ready to see.

Seeing the familiar hay bails he walked further down the grass seeing two other students he hoped that the class would stay tame. He needed more tame in his life. He saw girls everywhere and was like those old cartoons where the characters eyes bugged out of their head. He rubbed his shoulder subconsciously as he sat down on one of the hay bails waiting for class. "Hi Professor Wayland."