Wesley had seen (and strongly disliked) the boxes. Probably everyone had seen the boxes. And at the beginning of the school term, she would have said that everyone strongly disliked the boxes as well. But now, with all the W.O.L.F. posters hanging around, she wasn't so sure.

And what was even more disturbing to the tiny Hufflepuff, was the fact that she couldn't think of a single person who liked the boxes. She didn't want to think of a single person who liked the boxes. And yet, somewhere there was somebody blaming somebody of something the somebody they where blaming couldn't control. Wesley didn't understand. She didn't want to understand.

So generally, she just didn't think about it. Because thinking about it gave her a headache, and Wesley did not like headaches.

She was getting a headache right now.

And it wasn't just because of the barking. She didn't know the middle names of any of the professors...except maybe Professor Truebridge. The question was, was it 'Arther' or 'Alexander' or 'Alabaster'? Unable to decide, she wrote them all down on the piece of parchment, closed her eyes, and randomly pointed at one.

Then, using that name, the 2ed year began to work on the final portion, and, after heavy contemplation on solutions to the barking, finished and eagerly left the classroom.