Cad sat at his place on the gryffindor desks making a good show of paying attention to his notes and the text book before him, so much so he missed the owls indignation before the laughter and shocked gasps brought his attention back to room. He had pretty much mastered the art of 'looking interested' - safe in the knowledge that he would probably get enough grades to get back after OWLs and he had a full year to go before his information would be tested. So to his mind 4th year was a doss year - try to get by with as little work as was wizardly possible and start worrying about making the bare minimum grades sometime around February of next year.

Cad turned to the person who shared a bench with him, and would be his lab partner by default in this particular class - 'So you know whats in this potion right?' he ask, but made a show of looking very busy should the professor happen to be watching thier bench.