His wand clattered to the floor as he was startled out of his almost dream-like state by the shrill voice of none other than Daphne Crocker, "m'sorry, Daff," he said, retrieving his wand then walking across the floor to where she was, completely ignoring the fact that there was a lesson still going on.

"Woah," he touched the blackened spot on the wall of the class where his errant charm had hit, the smell of burning whatever it was still rising with the smoke, "I invented a spell! QUICK!" He whirled round to face Daphne and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Do you remember wot the incantation was?"