Sssssssmell his stinky coat? Liam could smell it perfectly well from where he was. Oh crap. This dude was nuts. His eyes darted around at the other boys and then landed back on Lord Borr. How could he get out of this classroom without anyone noticing him leaving? Merlin save us all! This was torture.

A young Ravenclaw caught the coat. Liam shuffled further back in his seat as the coat was passed around the room hoping no one would think to pass it to him if he remained quiet and... um.. successfully insignificant.

But to no avail. He was handed the coat and took a pathetic sniff. "I-it s-smells like r-rubbish, sir." he stammered repeating what all the other boys had already said. As well as old stale fart... but he wasn't going to point that fact out to the man.