Rubbing his shoulder Patrick walked out to muggle studies class. He wondered what exactly they would be doing that day. It was always something different and it was always something that he had some base knowledge about. Yet, walking out today he noticed that there were three poles on a field/pitch thing. Nothing looked like something he was familiar with.

Rubbing his shoulder again he began to join the others that had assembled for class. He realized he was earlier than he figured with the way his week has been going. He stopped ready to greet Professor Stewart when he noticed someone else standing with her. "Hello Professor. Hello Sir." He was ready to get class started.