Looking down now at his clothes that had dried thanks to Minerva. He looked back and gave the Hufflepuff girl a smile. "Thanks Minerva, don't suppose you know anything about getting rid of potato smells do you?" That was a long shot, and mostly just a joke. He'd deal with that later. In the mean time He'll just...just...just...do nothing. Everything he had to do was in the common room. His homework, his comics, his comics that he hid in his homework.

So he just sat back down and rolled over onto the sleeping bag. starring up at the Great Hall's ceiling.