Natty rubbed his neck awkwardly as he realised he'd misunderstood somewhat. He'd been too focussed on the idea of joining the class to pick up on what Skeeter was really offering — gardening help from the fourth years.

"Forgive me, I got the wrong end of the stick. I'd be glad of your students' help. I thought for a moment that you were... suggesting I sit in on your class. To learn. An honour indeed, but not my place."