Patrick had noticed the dark sky, it wasn’t off putting to him. Living in the mid-west of the United States most of his life, rain was more soothing than annoying. He heard that they were going to be talking about something that had to do with DADA. Trying to think about anything and everything he might know about the subject from his limited knowledge was hard. He thought for a second and then her figured he might as well give it a good guess. “I’m not terribly sure, but is it something to do with the great battle?” He really needed to brush up on his history regarding the subject he hated most. He avoided that like the plague...