His cheeks were all flushed from the running and he was panting as well as shivering sliiiiightly--the last part not because of running however, merely because of the lameness of his ingredients. Looking around, he saw people with cool ingredients he didn't even recognise as he returned to his seat. He was almost reluctant to bring his out. The woman'd terrified him since the first moment, and his ingredients would look pretty sloppy next to the other's cool stuff.

He'd returned to the classroom once though, and he reckoned much worse things would happen if he got his bag and dashed out. Plus--no one could blame him for being a muggleborn, could they?

Yeah, Forrest. Keep deceiving yourself that the woman won't have a go at you.

There was but one thing to do, and he brought out the wild daisy, lake water, a dead stick and some grass on the table and lowered himself in his seat in an attempt to be missed by the woman's eyes.