Professor Wesolowski sits behind his desk, his spectacles halfway down his nose and an unreadable expression upon his face. He barks in his typically gruff voice, "Hurry in the room and take a seat. Don't dawdle and lollygag."

He scratches his belly as he watches the boys file in to the room. Despite their presence, he sticks his pinky finger into his ear, twists, and then pulls out the finger to inspect the yellowish golden sticky substance. He wipes it on the knee of his tweed suitpants and moves on to the other ear.

OOC: A head's up: this lesson is going to run over a few days.