"There are potions for that," Bob said, gaze straying to the rather impressive zit on Lazzara's forehead. "And you wouldn't have problem with them in the first place if you had better hygiene. And cut your hair." Probably not what Lazzara wanted to hear, but Bob had just spent fifteen minutes convincing a first year that he was not going to be missing Lazzara's class. And now Lazzara was skiving off on his class because he couldn't be bothered to deal with hormones and hygiene.