Dalton's gaze kept dropping back to his chest, where the pesky sticker wouldn't stay stuck to his chest pocket. Smoothing it down with one hand, he almost wished he'd refused to comply, as his hand brushed across the words.

Dalton Fletcher - Dalt/Fletch
Year 7 First Year, Slytherin.

He really needed to get into the habit of not calling himself a year seven, but a first year, because that was what the non magical people said. Non magical people being Muggles. Being the lesson he was in right now. He honestly still felt like one, not that he had anyone to tell, and couldn't understand why he was in this lesson. Maybe some part of the first year thought that it might be a subject he was good at?

Clearly not, though - he was stumped by the beginning discussion. Something about there being less Wiz-people? Eh, he'd just listen.