Originally Posted by Leeness

Thankfully the conversation about his mental stability between the older boy and the touchy-feely girl was too quiet for Tyler to hear, otherwise he'd likely be counting more rapidly than he was the now. However, the girl who was counting with him had calmed him down considerably, so much so that... well, he actually stopped tapping. "Forty-eight, forty-nine..." and that was that, he stopped. His nerves had settled and not even the enchanted blackboard made him nervous anymore.

He simply sat in silence, staring at one spot on the wall, waiting for the class to eventually start. Although his inner zen was short-lived when a girl collided with the back of his chair, causing her to fall and for Tyler's chair to be twisted slightly, all in rapid succession.

He began shaking, after being thrown off guard again. He simply stared at the girl, he didn't shout, he didn't scream, he did nothing. Just stared. The girl stuttered her apologies before heading to a nearby table to read. Ty continued to stare at her though. She seemed terrified, which interested him. It very much reminded him of what he looked like in Muggle primary schools when one of his bullies decided to introduce him to their fists.

When she looked up once from her book, he merely raised his hand and pointed at an empty seat at their table. That was all. He didn't even speak to offer her the chair. She would either realise what he was insinuating or she would remain at her table by herself. Either way, he didn't much concern himself with it.