He had wrestled with himself all morning, History of Magic wasn't his favorite subject nor his best. He had steeled himself to try to make it to all of his classes, and since he had survived Potions with Attila he could survive anything. Well thats what he told himself as he walked up to the classroom.

He was trying to curb his sugar addiction, but when he was nervous he chews on sugar quills. And thats what he was doing when he walked into the classroom. Or great it was the prefect who barked at people. He chewed the whole sugar quill down to his fingers before he wandered over to the windows. Since there weren't any chairs. And he wasn't sure that was making him feel any better.