"Oh God, don't even mention Binns to me - I've fallen asleep two out of three classes so far. Luckily, I've not been caught cause Ron's snoring drowns my wheezing out."
He leaned back. "I'm here for Charms - an essay due tomorrow, cause, gee, Flitwick was cranky. Apparently the choir sucks this year and he's frustrated. Or something. Rumors abound. And you...."
He studied her face, then grinned. "It's still Transfig for you, isn't it? The bane of your existence?"