Defense Against the Dark Arts was Elijah's worst subject. Too many complicated spells, too many things to know. He really needed a tutor. His grades had been slipping since last year and on the bloody benchmark test he got ten right. Out of seventy. He was glad that his mum couldn't find out until the Christmas break. She'd probably forget about it by that time though. Hopefully. Usually she was so excited to see her two favorite children (ahem, only children) that she forgot all about their academic standings. He really needed to pick up his game though, lest he end up as a male stripper or something.
Around him were masses of books on werewolves with titles like, To Run from a Werewolf, How to Tame the Beast Within: Werewolf Edition and even How to Capture a Werewolf, although he'd never dream of trying to use the last one in a real life situation. He'd probably shit his pants once he spotted any werewolf. He was determined to get at least an Acceptable on his essay, though. Hence the unnecessary amount of books piled over his voluminous hair. Elijah tended to get off topic on essays and the professor apparently didn't appreciate his short attention span.
Elijah glanced around the library, hoping somebody would distract him before he scolded himself for not being more attentive to his assignment.