You make your way toward Professor Ashton's class, almost running, as you had overslept after dedicating most of your night to completing Professor Mozus' assignment. Grim, your companion, sits perched on your shoulder, choosing for a comfortable ride over dashing alongside you.

Upon reaching the vicinity of the gym, you quickly adjust your disheveled attire, hoping to blend in and sneak into the changing rooms without being noticed. Fortunately, it appears that class has not commenced yet.