Patrick began writing his name after he had greeted the professor. He was watching as everyone had some really nice hand writing for their name. He was really hoping that his wouldn't look like a bunch of chicken scratch since he usually had that problem.


Popping the paper tent on the end of his desk he looked up. Holy smokes there were what four Max's in the classroom. How was he supposed to know which Max was the real Max? What was going on this term, first the love potion, which thankfully hadn't made him too wild, but now polyjuice?

He kept glancing at each Max wondering which one he should really be looking at.