Patrick shuffled in, a muffin in his hand as usual. He was always starving. And his mama swore he had hollow legs at this point, never ending hunger ravaged Patrick. With a quick smile and a "Good morning Professor" he grabbed a seat finishing his muffin before class began. He needed both hands to write down all of the things that he would have to take note of. Although, he was praying to the wizarding gods because he didn't want his stomach to grumble like it had in Potions the other day... man was Nobel angry.