The Gryffindor third year was estatic.

Last potions lesson of the term, it sounded almost too good to be true. Auggie hasn't liked the class from the beginning, what with all of the mutilating dead animal parts and the like. Although his hatred was strengthened after the last lesson when he had a cauldren of contaminated ingrediants dumped over his head by Lafay no less.

Coming into the room, cheerily, the boy looked at the Potion Mistriss and nodded. "Hello Professor, wonderful day isn't it?" Yeah, he would be out of your Psycho presence soon! Then he went over and sat down at a table where the girl he had had the dance lesson with, Stella, was sitting. "Hey there, mind if I join you?"

Then there was cake. Supressing his immediate reaction to eat it, he instead stared at it as if it were going to explode at any minute. He would NEVER eat anything Lafay gave them--anything he could't at least see her make it.