Roy walked into the History of Magic classroom, pulling at a dark purple blob in his hair. He'd gotten lost in his painting that morning, his daily habit of art before breakfast had made him late for breakfast, nearly missing it entirely. Luckily a few of his roommates had saved him some eggs and a couple of sausages. 

His daily morning habit meant that he'd occasionally show up to his classes with stray flecks of paint on his hands, face, or hair. On his walk to the classroom he'd discovered and exceptionally large blob blue paint in his hair. In his rush, he'd overestimated the difficulty of a charm, and instead of the paint sliding right out of his hair, it had gotten really hot and baked into his hair. The hair around it was slightly singed. 

Looking around the classroom he saw most of his Ravenclaw friends sitting towards the front of course, but they hadn't saved a seat for him. He nodded, they knew he hated this class anyway, and noticed Raymond sitting towards the back. This was easily Roy's least favorite class. Although it made for great thinking time as well as drawing time. He had yet to make through a single lecture without getting lost in his own thoughts. He had arrived just in time right before the lecture began. He walked to the seat directly in front of Raymond. He could already hear the smart remark. "Say what you want, but burning purple blobs into your hair is the latest trend and its awesome." He sat down with a laugh pulling out his quill and notebook as well as sheet of paper and charcoal pencil.