Iggy knew he shouldn't have sat on the front row, because he was suddenly attacked with a giant coat. It almost suffocated him before he disentangled his head from it.

Sniff it? No sniff this you old fart, Iggy's mind flushed with inappropriate comments and images for the fat man. "Erm I smell Borr-y goodness," he lied. He had put on a bubblehead charm before entering the class, because he had remembered just before he was kicked out last time. Those biscuits were bad.