Antwone looked to his fingers. He was, actually disappointed. He had a bad habit of chewing his nails and they all looked uneven. His hands were smooth, yes, but the look of his nails were really less to be desired. He had wanted to fix his nails but he couldn't help but wonder what this had to do with History of Magic. Jezzabell had mentioned during the Hogsmeade visit that the girls were being taught etiquette. Now that he realized, this was his first instruction from a Ministry official, and already he could see that this was not the kind of class his uncle and his parents signed him up for.

Still though, he was interested in how to correct his unclean hands. It didn't help that he had just return from a sloppy lunch. A piece of meat pie was still on the top of his knuckles and there was a stain of it at the web of his thumb and index. Pathetic, he thought to himself. He didn't think class would have criticized his hands, though, he would have cleaned himself up in the bathroom if he'd had known.

Antwone trotted up to the board and wrote the grade he thought he deserved: A big white "Dreadful". He figured he would not get the lowest grades for his hands at least being smooth. Or would his smooth hands be critiqued as not man enough. His Muggle mother always said rough hands made a man, but that was Muggles. Wizards didn't use their hands, in fact, he heard that using ones hands as a wizard was a kind of insult to the name. Yes, Dreadful would do.