Everyone looked pretty worn out at breakfast so Tamblin fit in well. As people shuffled in with blank looks of exhaustion on their faces, he wondered why the first task hadn't been planned for the end of a week rather than towards the beginning. Asking the students to sit through classes after the excitement of the tasks, and subsequent celebrations, seemed cruel.

Especially when they might have people to see. Tamblin wanted to contact Karkaroff to hear what he'd have to say about his father. He considered slipping away from class but somehow it seemed better to let Karkaroff decide the timing, as long as he didn't take too long.

While he was eating Lisa came into the hall. She sat opposite him at the Ravenclaw table. She slid a folded piece of paper across to him and winked.

He opened it but it only had a single "E" written on it in an elaborate curved calligraphy. He must have looked puzzled.

"I decided to grade on the same system as the O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s. So 'E' means 'excellent.' With some more… research… you might be able to pull down an 'O' for 'outstanding.'"

Tamblin felt heat crawling up from his collar.

"I'll keep that in mind, Lisa."

She smiled and went about her breakfast.