Enchant Me

This class was just - shaking his head, the prefect glanced around, a box of tissues in his hands. Well, first off, he was alone. Where the hell was the professor? Probably too hung over to teach, he thought darkly, blowing his nose on a tissue.

Leaning back in his chair, he waited for someone, anyone to show up. Preferably someone who knew a spell to get rid of this blasted cold.

Lisette tapped her wand against her leg, once again taking a seat next to Julian, "I think they have stuff for that at the infirmary," she said, indicating the tissue in his hands. She took out her books and looked through the list of spells, realizing that they had probably only learned one or two. She sighed. OWLS were gonna be hell this year.

Sniveling, he glanced over at Lisette, giving her a little wave. Moaning, he leaned back, "I did this morning. And my ears were smoking and I actually felt better for a while but then," he gestured vaguely towards himself, "It got worse."

Shoulders sagging, he sighed. Cupping his head in his hands, he looked over Lisette's shoulder at her book. "Our professor," he said with a shake of his head, "has taught us nothing."