Lou was entirely too eager to get his hands on that lint roller. After the last student placed it back on the table, the Gryffindor proceeded to roll it aaall over his robes, shirt, and trousers. All of which had been covered in pesky white kitten fur. He’d really need to make a note to get at least twenty of these things.

Feeling nice and clean after hogging up the lint roller for the past five minutes, Louis walked into the classroom.

“Hello, Professor.” He gave the man a small smile, though his brows were furrowed questioningly. …Why was he wearing a top hat? “Nice hat.” And why were there people sitting on the floor?

How naive of him to think this term would be closer to normal than the last.
Placing his things on the floor, Louis sat down. And slowwwly began to slide. He grabbed the table in front of the chair, but of course, that was all wobbly and weird too. The boy managed to pull himself back to the left, but ended up just sliiiiding back to the right. And this weird little dance went on until he gave up and decided to just balance himself on the longer two legs of the chair. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but at least he wasn't sliding anymore.