"I've come to rescue you!" He crowed, moving toward her. "It took a while, I know, but finally I'm..."
The princess suddenly shouted his name.
"I'm right here," Rantoul said, surprised. "You don't have to yell, though perhaps later..." He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
"Yes, darling, what is it?" Rantoul was now a bit put off. Really, was all this necessary?
"RANTOUL HOLDSCLAW!" She shouted again, even louder, and then again and again...
He sat up quickly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Bezoar, it's a bezoar!" he said, thinking of the first thing that could come to his mind that involved potions.
Annoyed, the teacher sighed loudly. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Holdsclaw. Try to be a little more attentive next time."
Wishing, not for the first time, that he could vanish into the floor, Rantoul sat up, ignoring the giggles around him, and tried to pay attention for the rest of the class.