Tom and the rest of the class sat outside working on gathering ingredients for Potions, Tom had already finished, first. Like he always does. Sitting on the ground putting the slower sand sorting his ingredients out, however it happen to be a very chilly day, slight shivering, but tried to hide the fact that he was cold.

“Idiot Teacher couldn’t pick a better day..”

He whispered with a huff, to himself, still very very cold as he continued to sort.