Well it was becoming that time where there were not many classes left that Nigel wanted to go to. Could he just chill and study for the postponed NEWTs. Class served no purpose other than tell puntastic puns and making a fool of yourself. Which he was awesome at doing both of those. The one thing Nigel will glad about is not having to sit in these really small desk seat things. Using magic to make them bigger was a pain. Being Tall was a curse and no the weather was exactly the same up here.

The Soon to be Graduate walked into his classroom making an entrance with his hair as usual. It was just too awesome not to make an entrance with. He did not whip his hair back and forth.

"Sup, Professor"

That was saved for alone time in front of his mirror and he wanted to use that word once in his time at Hogwarts.

So why not now.