This had been one of his favorite classes, but today he really hated it. What use was this class for him now? Helios couldn't use magic during the summer when he needed it most.

Damn these English wizards and their politics. He was royalty! Where was his diplomatic immunity!?

His way of protesting was by staying to the back of the class, where the shadows seemed to be the darkest. The color hadn't seemed to return to his hair, keeping it dark gray. His left arm was tucked into his robe, tied up by his Hufflepuff scarf like a sling.

The headmistress was in the same room with him and didn't have a clue of what he had done over the summer. If he didn't feel so miserable he would smile. Kayla and Krissy were here. He prayed they not notice him.