James woke to the sound of his mom's voice calling his name - a familiar tone that let him know she thought he was up to no good and needed to "straighten up." Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he glanced over at his bedside table and noticed the time. He would be a seventh year - the big man on campus; the excitement and anticipation should have had him bouncing around his room. Instead, he'd partied a little too hard at the end-of-summer party last night and only wished for a gallon of water, a hangover potion and more sleep...