Olly's belly was nice and full from his breakfast. But not [I]too[/I full to the point of feeling sick for the lesson. Pleasantly full, so his stomach would not be grumbling during the lesson. Because that would be bad.

What? A wall. That wasn't usually there, was it? Olly walked over to the wall and stood in front of it, staring right at the door. Were they going to get to go through it? What was the point of there being a door if they couldn't go through it? Or maybe something was going to come out of it. No matter what happened, Olly was going to be first in line. He hadn't even looked up at the ceiling, he was too busy staring at the door.

"Good morning professor," he greeted. He glanced toward the man for a moment before turning his gaze back toward the door. He was not going to sit down. He was going to stay where he was. Staring at the door. If something came through, he would know about it.