Great, now his knee AND his arm hurt. But it also meant that he wasn't dreaming so that was a relief. But that still raised the question. What on earth was going on?

The fifteen year old looked around for the first time and he realised that he wasn't the only one witnessing the weird Max's. His blue eyes landed on a little Ravenclaw near him and it took him a moment to realise that he was speaking to him. "what? Why wouldn't i be okay?" he asked as a confused frown was playing on his face but then he realised what the younger one meant. "Aah you mean my knee? Its fine, ive had worse" which was true. He had been possessed before and he had nearly died in multiple occasions. So a bang against the desk was nothing compared. He looked down at the name the kid wrote on his tag and he suddenly realised that he hadn't written his own.

Quickly taking out his pen, the fifth year wrote down his name on it.