Oooh. So apparently, they had to be ready to be taken OUT in DECEMBER for RUNES class! Did the professor know how Evan had to run back to the common room to get something more protective, and then had to run at a full pace to the homping Willow not to miss the class? And how he sweated on the way, and now was shivering even more with the double-effect of the cold? Oh NO, 'cause she had been ABSENT! Walking grudgingly to the "class", panting, he thought that this class'd better be good. Or he would leave. For real. 'Cause he obviously hated to get sick.

Face red, he found himself a seat in the front and sat down. He was going to be ill for this class, after all, so he had to make the best of it. Closing his eyes for a second out of tiredness, he saw the cookies as he opened them. Great! He knew what to do--it was the easiest thing in the world. Eating one of the cookies to make it disappear forever--which tasted slightly good, but it still wasn't enough to save up his effort--he grabbed his wand to dig a hole in the soil to bury the other cookie. He was done in a minute and still with making a face, waited for the lady to arrive.

Hmpf.