And he almost couldn't walk. He didn't want to face this woman. The assignment she'd given him wasn't done yet.

Treyen walked rather slowly and without further enthusiasm to the class, he'd better have stayed in the Common Room or the Library, finishing up the Niffler stuff. But, no, he had to come to class, anyway.

No hellos, no greeting of any sort.

The boy just went ahead and took a seat. Not even eying the woman who was supposed to be teaching them. That Saylen woman. Tsk.