Oliver was not happy when he walked through the door. He immediately stopped in his tracks and shivered as he was hit with the cold. Why did it feel like the dead of winter in the classroom when the hallways were perfectly normal temperatures for the beginning of September. It wasn't supposed to get that cold for a long time. Olly frowned. It wasn't that he necessarily minded the cold, but Flamsteed could have at least warned them to tell a jacket. How was he supposed to just sit there through a whole lesson when his whole body was so freezing? The second year considered moving backwards, so he would be back out the door, but he caught sight of the thing sitting on the desks.

Olly hurried over and selected a desk at random. That wasn't what he cared about. The important thing was the box in front of him, which he quickly proceeded to rip into. He pulled out the blanket and immediately wrapped it around himself. That was much better. Olly huddled on his chair, wrapped up like a burrito, and it was a few seconds before he remembered where he was and he actually had to do things instead of just sit there in his warm burrito blanket.

The first thing he did was turn his eyes to the front of the room and grin at Professor Flamsteed. "Hello Prof-er, Admiral Flamsteed? Do we still have to call you that?" He didn't know if those weird rules from last year were still in effect, or if Flamsteed liked to be called Admiral all the time. He didn't know if he was supposed to do the salute thing either, but he didn't do it anyway because he did not want to subject his fingers to the cold air any longer than necessary. Wait, what was that? The air suddenly smelled awful. Olly glanced around, wondering if someone had set off a dungbomb. Or perhaps someone was really gassy.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so he turned his attention to his next task. Writing his name on the nametag proved difficult without the use of his hands. So Olly was forced to extract one of them from the warmth of the blanket in order to fetch his quill and quickly scribble his name. He then grabbed his wand and tapped the nametag before stowing his things back in his back, and his hand back in the blanket.