Kelvin seemed a little proud to the point of not wanting to admit when he needed help.

"Well," Ligeia chose to phrase this  in such a way where it didn't sound like remedials were being forced down his throat. "If after a week of classes you have any problems, you know which house I live in come the weekends. If I'm not there during the day I'm down here in the reserved lab or out visiting the Hospital Hut."

"If there's anything you know you aren't stellar on, I suggest you make a list of the potions you're most uncomfortable with and had me that at breakfast."

She contemplated the swill. If it was nonreactive, she almost wanted to take it up one of the castle's towers and toss it over the battlements, just to see what would happen. "I'll clean this up." Hopefully that prefect prerogative would kick in again before she climbed the stairs.

Kelvin found himself nodding while she talked.  "I can do that.  Though the list will be pretty long."  Three years of potions, he was probably uncomfortable with at least half of the potions they had learned.  He picked up his bag, stuffing his book and papers back into his bag.  He looked at the older Ravenclaw, "Thanks Ligeia."

He put his bag over his shoulder and left the room, hoping that he didn't run into anyone on his way back to the Ravenclaw tower.  Shirtless wasn't exactly his preferred way of walking around the castle.