History of Magic. Woot. Not really. Kennedy'd rather just go on his broom and fly endlessly, but he had his studies to take care of first. He was just about to enter the classroom when his foot stopped at the threshold. It was as if his body had registered the inside of the room instead of his brain. Odd.

The Prefect eyed the room with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't expected to go in there, right? It was too...too stuffy and there were people in there already. Plus, it looked really crowded and Merlin knows Kennedy doesn't like to be touched that much.

He eyed the room once more and ended up giving in. It was all for the lesson. It might even be an illusion, no? Please let it be an illusion.