Austin, as everyone in this class should know by now, was not a morning person. His mental clock didn't start until 11 o'clock at the earliest. Anything before then was crazy. When he told his dad his dilemma of not being able to bring his tea anywhere, he was sent a 'travel mug'. Which was strange since it didn't look like a mug. There was a handle, yes but it wasn't ceramic nor did it have fun designs on it, such as a real mug did. It was silver and black, and probably made out of some metal. Austin wasn't sure. But, it carried his tea just the same, and he was grateful for this muggle thing.

He tried to mumble a pleasant "Good Morning Professor" before he sat on a bench.