Hugo made a face. "Colder than Hogwarts?" It was hard to remember that summer had just ended, because of the Dementors. That was one good thing about being back in London in October, it felt like the tropics after Scotland. He finished building his sandwich and put away the condiments before taking a seat at the kitchen table.
"I'm not worried about practical classes. Defense, Transfiguration, Charms. Even Potions and Herbology. But Arithmancy, Astronomy, History? I read the books, but that doesn't really make up for much." At least he had his OWLs in those subjects, if he couldn't catch up on them all for NEWTs. "It's onyl two months though. It's not impossible." And he wouldn't be as bad off as the Muggleborn kids, who hadn't even been able to go to Durmstrang because of fucking Voldemort. Bastard.
"Maybe I'll arrange study groups." Someone in his House would have to, and he might not be a Prefect, but it wasn't like Johnson would think of it. "And now I sound like Mum."