Gosh it smelt AWFUL in here. It smelled like sulfur... like the volcanic areas that he and his family had driven past on holiday when they had gone to Yellowstone but worse... The very description of it was hard for Noah to nail down. As soon as he entered the classroom, the boy felt a wave of nausea pass over him. Gross. He took a deep breath through his mouth (not his nose) because hopefully that was better and waited until his senses somewhat adjusted.

The Gryffindor made an effort to secure a seat as far away from the last row as possible which meant he was sitting closer to the front than he would have liked. "Hello Professor," he said, offering a smile. Now... What would they be learning today? He assumed they could probably mix a few things like the muggle kids chemistry set his parents had bought for him and Ewan when they were little.

He noticed Islay with her bag's contents all over the desk. "Whatcha looking for, Is?" he asked, wondering if she forgot something back at the dorm cause he totally understood that feeling. The boy had left his friend's Christmas presents in the boy's dorm not once but three times when he had gone to meet up with his mates.