Realising that he'd forgotten to stick his nametag on, Brian did that immediately, his writing not too different from the messy scrawls of boys his age. Living to living transfiguration was difficult, something he hadn't quite grasped yet. His porcupine pincusions still occasionally tried to run away from him so he wasn't exactly the resident authority on transfiguration.

He would settle for listening and writing down peoples theories, except that he didn't. Instead, he drew on the sheet of parchment two trees locked in an embrace. One crooked, the other upright as if supporting each other. Mmmhmm, don't mind him shading in tiny leaf details. He was most definitely listening. Hufflepuffs were excellent multitaskers.