Harry stared at her long and hard. Keara. The blue-haired girl. She skipped class a couple of times, sure, but what would she be able to do in order to still do well on a quiz and answer questions about material covered only in class if she—oh. Suddenly Harry understood and his brow stitched together.
"I see," he said and sat back in his chair with a sigh, "I suppose I should be marking you showing up for class in the future."