Just to be a complete and utter terd, Cutty had used the lint roller. And then, Cutty had used the lint roller on his armpits and left it there for whomever might enter the classroom after him.

The steam surrounded him as he exhaled and entered the classroom. It was downright frigid in the tower for the time of day. He trailed like a steam engine straight to a prime spot for observation. There he sat and absent-mindedly opened the packet of balloons as he watched the door for whomever was next. "Good afternoon, Professor Flamsteed." was all he said.