Yep. It was about that time...to learn things and pretend pay attention. His specialty.

Dylan entered the classroom with his usual swagger in place and a smirk on his face. There was no reason to let everyone know how distraught he was about...things. Yep, for all intents and purposes, the Slytherin was a typically happy teenage boy with minimal problems and good looks.

...Or so he'd been told.

Writing his name down and grabbing the orange soda / cup combo, he took a seat. After getting his little area set up with the necessary supplies and his wand, Dylan leaned back, waiting for class to begin.

Naturally as he did this, winks were thrown as random girls throughout the room.

Single was WIN.