Symon is on the doorstep, holding a folder and school syllabus. "Hey Sam, just doing some last minute checking on class schedule to see if I can avoid being stuck with ALL muggles. Got a sec to review electives?" Eyes on his folder, tugging out a sheet that is stuck. A glance up as he steps towards the door, then back to his paperwork. Then up again suddenly, and he flushes a bit, greyish and mottled, and stammers, "Oh, shit sorry. I didn't wake you up, did I?" He stares at his feet.