Oh sweet Merlin, stop the presses. Phoenix Harrison Toros was first into a class. What was going on with the world? Well, probably that he hadn’t been to sleep yet... so he hadn’t spent time getting ready and ended up late. He looked about as tired as he felt, his already unruly hair pushing the boundaries of acceptable frizz, but hopefully he’d be able to stay awake. Yep.

“Hi Prof- oh...” Wait, what? Where was the teacher? What was going on? What was under that sheet..?

On any other day, Phoenix would have peeked under it, but right now he just wanted to sit in one of those comfy chairs and relax. So he did. He even managed to remember to get out his quill and parchment for note taking... not that anything he wrote in lessons ever made sense, but it was the thought that counts...