Harry Potter

You are sitting in Potions class, realizing that you actually need to study. It is the end of the year and O.W.L. exams are approaching, but you have absolutely no motivation. You stare out the window with a pensive expression while Professor Snape explains a topic or a potion recipe; you are lost in the clouds while everyone else is writing or listening intently. You didn't even notice the Professor approaching your desk until Draco, sitting beside you, nudged you sharply in the ribs with his elbow. You turned abruptly to glare at him, and in response, he jerked his eyes toward the Professor standing right next to you. Taking the hint, you squeezed your eyes shut and cursed inwardly.
— Miss Black, I see you are so well-versed in the lesson material that you needn't even listen, preferring to stare out the window—or do you intend to fail your exams?