Swimwear was... not something Quinn was particularly comfortable with. He liked the Bubble-Head Charm lesson last term because he was able to wear a wetsuit, but... he didn't own a wetsuit to wear for this lesson. All he had was his swim trunks from home and... he was already having trouble with some other things about himself and he didn't feel like having to worry about his body as well. He threw on his swim trunks, but he grabbed an oversized black T-shirt to wear along with them. He... would not be going shirtless. Especially since it was November—what was the Professor thinking, anyway? They could all catch hypothermia from getting in the lake, especially this early in the morning! He hoped that whatever the plant they were learning about today was would keep them warm while in the water.

Even though Quinn was quite covered, he still had his arms crossed in front of him out of discomfort and the need to keep his chilly arms warm. "Good morning, Professor," Quinn greeted with a small nod and a smile. Even though Quinn had been going to the greenhouses a lot this term, he hadn't been talking much with the Professor. He wasn't sure if or how much Atlas had told her about what was going on with them, but either way he was a little bit avoidant with all of the Flamsteeds.

Quinn sidled up next to the shore with Claudine and Ash, looking out over the lake. "D'you think she's really gonna make us swim in there?" he asked quietly, nervous not just about the cold, but about the merpeople, giant squid and any other creepy creatures lurking down there. As he looked down into the lake, he could swear that he saw something... large, translucent grey skin, hundreds of thousands of tentacles, four heads with four sets of milky, dead eyes... the heads of his parents... of Rosier... of Nick... the thing from his dream. Quinn gasped and blinked and it was gone. He rubbed his eyes... it was too early in the morning for this.