Oh and he was awake and now this was a little awkward. Bart standing at his desk tapping his wand to wake the man up and the man didn't even seem to notice. Well whatever he was awake now and Bart shuffled off to find the first seat available.

Once sitting he did his usual fidgeting and trying to focus, but struggling. Classes were so hard to focus in. They needed to be quidditch he'd focus for quidditch, but the question and the lesson seemed promising. He was all about a few things with this aging, but others not so much.

"What they said, it's hard for Quidditch. It hurt everywhere and being hit by a bludger, it takes longer to bounce back." Like the one in his gut, it took a while before he breathed after that. "I like the beard thing, beard are cool, but I hate being bald. It's ugly and stupid, and my head is way to shiny. I need my hair back." Shoehorn style hair was not cool... at all. He wanted his full dirty blonde hair back. He was twelve bald did not work for twelve.