Garret twirled his wand around and around his fingers as he stared vaguely in the direction of the professor, his mouth slightly agape. He was thinking about surfing and what he would look like had he been a professional muggle surfer person. Lyra Noir would definitely fawn and fangirl over him then...

Merlin... Lyra Noir on the beach!

What an image!

Anybody looking at the fourteen year old boy at that moment could clearly see that his consciousness was nowhere near the classroom or the discussions being held in that room.