Dragging his school bag over the floor until he reached the Potions classroom, Kevin's legs and back hurt from the walk down the stairs and as he stood in the doorway, he had to lean against the door , hand pressed against his back and breathed heavily. Bloody stupid staircases, this was a magical school! Why couldn't they fly up and down the stairs? Even Muggles had those stair elevators! Realising he was holding up the line, the Gryffindor entered the room after taking a quick note of the washbasin.

He dragged his feet to the front and saw the Professor sitting at his desk. His eyes went to him and he wanted to grin and say something that he would surely dislike but the only thing that came out of his mouth was a groan as his back hurt again. He shook his head as if it would stop it and took a seat on the nearest chair. The blue walls calmed him down though as he sat down carefully. It was still early so the first year with gray hair and even a stubble beard placed his head on the desk and closed his eyes.

A little nap before class started hurted no one.