[b]Oliver Batch[/b]

Oliver, drenched in sweat, was walked back into the school after his run around the lake when an old barn owl swooped down and dropped a letter in front of him. The 7th year student was slightly puzzled by the early morning mail. Running up the stairs to the perfect bathrooms he enjoyed a very well deserved soak in the warm waters. Cleaned off the morning workout and then returned to his room where he changed for the day ahead. He considered wearing his student robes, but remembered that the guest professor for Care of Magical Creatures had a ban on them during his class. Leaving his room in a plain white t-shirt and jeans combo he made his way down to the breakfast hall to silence his stomach. 

The great hall was the epicenter of chaos in the mornings. Students realizing they had homework do desperately dashing from one friend to the other to see who they could copy from. Others just sleeping in and needed to rush through to get food while not being late. As a 7th year Oliver had a lot more independent time, but most of this was taken up by studying. Under his arm he held some of his study materials which he set down as he sat in the center of the Ravenclaw table. The table was the busiest of the four with most of the students sitting and studying. Oliver would have cracked a joke about the table being nothing but stereotypes, but as he put his own study materials down he saw the obvious hypocrisy.

Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing some butter on it Oliver dove into the book with full force. It was an advanced book on Alchemy that he had been assigned by an old professor from his time abroad last year. He had gotten some advice on how to survive his 7th year and the number one advice given was stay ahead of the curriculum. Since then Oliver has done his best to remain a week ahead of his classes as far as prep and practice. It had shown to be the right move as he was at the top of his classes.