Yaaaaaaaaaawn.

Supposedly the cool November air in the castle could keep them awake. But he was a teenage boy, and this early in the morning he just wanted to be in bed. At least Marchand would have food. He'd skipped breakfast that morning on purpose for an extra fifteen minutes in bed after staying up late studying, so he was really hoping for something good.

After turning down the charms corridor, he spotted the classroom door and entered. "Good morning, sir," he said sleepily. "Looking forward to this lesson, I promise." Because his disheveled-bedhead hair, lack of showering, and glazed eyes didn't exactly give that away.

He stopped to pick up some breakfast first. Cheesecake? Not so much. But he'd take a drink for sure. He levitated a mug since his hands would be too full, and found a seat at a table without even looking at who was there, his mug softly clunking down next to him. "Oh, morning guys," he said when he noticed Maxton and Natalie. But that was it, because tired.