Thompson was insane. Jun was going insane. The class in general was insane. They were to degnome a garden in today's Care of Magical Creatures class. In other words, Jun believed Thompson was being lazy today in degnoming it himself. Running around in the maze, Jun's dark eyes scanned around for a gnome. His first one. Seeing little feet dashing across him, the boy chased after it and casted a stunning spell. Tossing that one out, he searched for another. The second he found bit him in his hands. Honestly, what was the point of this lesson again? Right, torture.