His letter came from Hogwarts and, oh, Douglas was so pleased! He would have read the whole thing, but a boil needed squeezed. He would have packed his trunk himself, but thought he'd seen a fly doing loops and backwards flip-flops (it wasn't, but nice try). He liked the though of lesson, yes, but Douglas didn't see why you had to pay attention and not try to jinx your knee, and tentacles were funny, in a tickly kind of way, so why the teachers roared at him, he really couldn't say. It was 'pay attention, Douglas' every single place he went, but Douglas didn't want to, and so letters home were sent. His father wrote him strictly saying 'Douglas, now be warned! You must finish things you-' Douglas put the letter down and yawned. Douglas liked to be distracted, because he found it was much more fun. His homework was abandoned, and his spells and charms half done, he never really noticed just how far he'd slipped behind but then someone dared poor Douglas to perform a jinx (not kind). It went so badly wrong that it is nicer not to dwell on Dougie's second nose, or on the mess, or on the smell and nobody could ever say how Douglas came to be entrapped inside that drainpipe, with a teacup for a knee. What was it that he didn't want to do, the silly lad? Answer me, and do it, and you'll make your teachers glad.