Louis picked up the hand mirror that landed on his desk and examined it with vague interest, more in an attempt to distract himself, until the professor spoke. What irritated him most about being fifteen in an eighty-year-old's body? How about EVERYTHING?

But. If he had to choose one thing...
Lou raised his hand. "Memory loss, professor," he said. "It's the worst. I find myself doing the same thing over and over again because I forget I just did it. I also forget where my classes are, it's rather..." Well. He'd said it. Irritating.