"I, uh, got Savannah's memories," he admitted. "It was nice. I think I might have lucked out there, though I don't envy the person who got my memories." He really did need to apologise for that. Maybe he would a bit later.
He chuckled then looked around. It made sense now. A centaur would have felt a lot more comfortable here than in a normal classroom. "How'd you end up with a centaur as a teacher? They don't usually want much to do with us."
"Uh, yeah, sure," he found himself saying and he wanted to slap himself upside the head. "I mean, if you want. There's plenty of room, even if I have spread out a bit." He looked around at the arrangement of furniture he'd hauled into the room. It looked a bit haphazard but he liked the way he'd arranged everything. He blinked at her comment then grinned. "The police. The Old Bill are the Muggle police. They get a bit narky about people sleeping rough sometimes, especially where the toffs can see them."