It was dark already when Bartimaeus walked into his flat, covered in grime. The straw blond threw his bag onto the ground and kicked off his safety shoe. Today the student participated in some excavations and needless to say he was upset about it.

As he whined like a petulant child, Barty dropped flat onto his dormmate's bed. He didn't even bother to greet them or simply change from his dirty clothes, he just looked up at them with pout lips.

"Why do they insist on doing excavations in the winter? I'm cold, my nose is runny and I'm dirty." Said the archaeology student sniffing, as if to emphasize his point. "While Mylan gets to sit on a bloody chair all day talking about some stupid romantic painting I have to crouch in the dirt all day long." Cross added, now upset at his best friend and next-door neighbour that, quite frankly, had nothing to do with it.

Despite grumbling like some guarding dog, Bartimaeus was more like a puppy, waiting for someone to pity him and scratch behind his ears. He probably needed to be held on a leash as well, that man likely had rabies.