Apples. Dalton rolled his around in his hands, leaning back in his chair to toss it from one to the other. Even when asked to looked at the fruit of the people either side of him, he just concentrated on his own apple, moving too and fro across his gaze. At least this was some form of distraction from the lesson.

His gaze only moved when the new voice joined the general clamour of the classroom, and his apple came to a stop in his right hand.

"What the - he found himself mouthing, his eyes moving between Flamsteed and the ghost. Studmuffin?! Why was she here? Could she just leave and let them get on with the lesson? Because this was an unnecessary interruption, and was clearly going to prolong the lesson he was eager to finish, already. Also, would she be so kind as to shut up? Dalton could feel a serious headache coming on.