Lesson Three - First Years

[Cobalt Smith]

Cobalt phased into his classroom through the solid, enchanted, stone of the castle with a casual stride. What was not casual was Cobalt himself. He looked as if he hadn't slept in weeks and that was the honest truth; he hadn't slept in a week and a half. He'd lasted this long on potions and potions alone. Travelling around the world at least three times a day was hard on the human body no matter what anyone said. And his body was feeling the strain.

Noticing that his class was already sat down in their seats he knew that he was late. However, he found himself much too tired to care even one bit. Sighing a little bit, he sat down in his chair and immediately winced. Blood blossumed in the centre of his white shirt but he ignored it,

"Can anyone tell me why you DON'T take thirty three portkeys in one day?"