Lazy notes and on the verge of falling asleep, you're barely making it through the lesson. The scraping of quills is good enough to drive anyone mad.

You feel the poke of paper on your arm. A note. It reads:

'Thoughts on Professor Babbling as a toad??' Beside it, a drawing of a funny-looking toad, with a name on the corner:

Mattheo.

You look at him, he's sitting right next to you, concentrating on his work. As soon as he feels your eyes on him, he smirks, looking at his work.