Patrick walked into the Duelling Arena the Slytherin's were suppose to meet in with a sleepy expression still plastered on his face. Why was he even in here? He had behaved himself pretty well so far. This was outrageous that younger children even dared to get him in trouble. Those were the times when you're suppose to shut your mouth and reply with a well educated answer.

He leaned against a wall with his arms crossed in front of him but rubbed his eyes and then ran a hand through his hair, which was already a mess. He waited for others to arrive. No doubt he'd be seeing his little Slytherin girl buddies.