Cale sighed as Shackleton left the Prefect's in charge. Whaaaaa? He didn't want to have to handle a bunch of students. Hopefully they'd all just be quiet and behave and do their math stuff. He was more in the mood to sit there and wait for her to come back.

He looked down at his book and looked up his number for the current month, October. It was three, so that meant he was supposed to be creative or something. Well, he HAD drawn that pretty spiffy drawing for his Charms homework a few weeks ago. And expressing himself emotionally? Well, he had certainly had no problem with THAT in the past month either.

He turned the page to look up next months numbers and started to lose interest. Gah, he wished he could take a nap or something. Numbers were boring after the first half hour of class.