Spike trudged into class, hands thrust into his pockets. He wasn't sure what might be more worrying - the fact he had to sit still at a desk and be lectured at for the foreseeable future, or the fact that afterwards he might not be able to answer the next riddle and get back into the Common Room. And both were pretty bad as he'd managed to leave Boggis, Bunce and Bean in their matchbox on his bed, and he hadn't fed them today yet.

"'Lo Professor," he said, looking up to see the man, and the blackboard writing of its own accord. That was pretty cool - if only he could understand what was written on it. The music was a bit different too. Maybe it'd got an ickle bit less boring since he'd entered the room.

Now to find a seat. He didn't recognise anyone...bother.

...Eeny, meeny, miny, moe...