Benjamin limped in, his old, sore body clearly feeling the after effects of Quiddditch practice the day before. It might only be one staircase up from lunch, but it was one staircase too many today. And he was already yawning as he entered the classroom. Post-lunch classes were disastrous these days. Naps were what he needed. Lots of naps.

"Go-," YAWN, "'ternoon, Professor," he side, a hand reaching up his mouth to belatedly try and stifle another yawn. "Hope you've got-", YAWN, "-d lesson planned today." And with that he, limped over to desk, and slid awkwardly into the seat.