Arrick was wondering why on earth the only normal sounding class on his list had the balmiest of all teachers so far. Just his luck, not even something harmlessly normal was going to be normal at Hogwarts.

He was disliking this teacher the longer the class wore on and the more the old codger spoke. LORD Borr? Arrick wrinkled his nose. The old man had done nothing to deserve the title from him.

When it came to his turn, Arrick scowled and stayed exactly where he was, hunkered in the back of the class, playing at being invisible. It might have been a trick with the light, but it also appeared that he was edging ever so subtly towards the door.