Wren would be going into his sixth year in a matter of months and yet he found himself to be on the small end of the spectrum. He was also often mixed up with being a third year which was a blow to his pride. He wanted to be taller, he wanted to have more muscle on his body. It did not occur to him that he could take up a couple of workout routines to achieve at least one of these things. Instead, he was seeking to create a series of potions that might help his aims. He had his new, small cauldron hidden under his bed for this purpose.

"Paxxy, what do you reckon Jack Humphrey-Mavis eats?" He asked from his perch on his own bed, quill poised to take note of Calvin Paxton's speculations. Humphrey-Mavis was around average height but seemed quite muscular. It also did not occur to Wren that Jack's form was the result of being 1) a very wealthy noble and 2) active in athletics like Quidditch.