Yancey moves his arm out from under him, finding Lachlan's fingers with his own to twine them together. "Just the hard stuff left," he says, only lightly whiny and half-joking. "Transfiguration and Potions." A crooked smile cracks his expression. "You're right, you're right. It'll be fine, though."

He shifts around, evidently having trouble getting comfortable. "So, you're in astronomy, yeah? What're the stars saying tonight?"