Justine had no time for the weird look Flamsteed gave her, no did she have much patience for his list of ( perfectly practical and necessary ) rules, and the buddy system? Justine was 18 years old, she really didn't need a buddy to keep safe... Also the only two friends she had in class today were Lux who seemed busy and Eden who Justine was not keen to speak with at the moment.

Envelope check, yep, she had all the necessary papers and the muggle five pound note. Were she any good at maths she would have answered the question, but it was actually her biggest academic weakness and Justine wasn't about to share that with the class, so she kept her painted lips shut.

There was that kid with the glasses who'd been so disapproving towards McGee, the Bespectacled Boy as she'd dubbed him in her mind. What was with the wide eyes and all the sweat? Justine wasn't even aware, but she was staring at him as she tried to figure out the kid's problem.

Wordlessly, Justine pulled out her handkerchief and held it out. "For your face," The Ravenclaw impassively said, in case Bespectacled Boy didn't get understand the gesture.