Blake was ready to be done with this assignment. The lack of sleep, the constnt carrying for another human being. He was over it. He was 12 for Merlin's sake, and Isla was a first year. Kids shouldn't be taking care of kids. Schmoe did his job..... Blake would not under any circumstances being having a baby anytime soon. Thinking back to the time when Isla, him and their baby "Ellie" in the common room was enough to make him want to be done.

"Professor Schmoe ... how much longer does this assignment last?" There ... he had done it ... sounded whiny, but he had asked, for the sake of all involved he wanted to ditch this kid.