Although the Head Boy had not spoken throughout the lesson so far, he had been writting down in his note book. Taking in as much information he could in case it would become useful later in his NEWT’s.

When it was time for the activity, Yoongi scribbled down the last couple of words and placed his quill down on the desk. The whole idea of creating an significance of a true familiar sounded both fascinating and odd to him. He couldn’t place why but perhaps it was due to the fact that they had use part of their own DNA in the clay. He wanted to go with spit, because it was the easiest but then heard that it was the least effective and he did want to get some results.

Crying was out of the question. Especially a heartfelt tear. As he couldn’t even think of something to cry about except for the stress he had been feeling lately and he didn’t want to cry in front of a whole classroom. So Yoongi decided to use his hair as DNA. Only, he wasn’t going to cut it like the Professor had said. No way.

The Head Boy stood up from his seat, walked over to the front of the class to grab a piece of clay and returned to his own desk.