Patrick roused from the nap he had accidentally taken. He was always in the... Oh god, not again. Looking at Tenacius and the other slytherin he had met before... what was her name... ah Zita. He really didn't want to be around this time, but it seemed like no one noticed him perched further back in a nook journal in hand. He really hoped that he wouldn't get linked with this. Pocketing his journal he stood walking closer to the tape, "sh-should we be nervous about this Tenacius?"