Skylar held to vital in his fist gingerly as he walked, his steps measured and just barely bouncy enough to spray the liquid inside around. He was multitasking at the moment, the sloshing meant to mix the portion inside so it would be properly shaken, with the heat of his palm the only source of warmth, all while he balanced a journal on that same arm and used his left hand to write down ideas and questions he'd look up again later- he'd learned how to write legibly with both hands when he was nine, and had used that skill constantly ever since.
The main theme of the questions was following his mental train as he considered whether muggle toenails could be turned into a mild anti-magic powder. If so, it could be useful in a number of future potions and projects- though how on earth he find a way to test it at hogwarts of all schools was anyone's guess.
His odd new robes fluttered as he walked, and he idly spotted another pair of Ravenclaws as he grew closer to... wherever they were going? He had forgotten what time it was. He decided to follow them and simply how for the best. Besides, the theories he was considering and writing down were way more interesting than paying attention to where he was going. He would talk to them once they got to class- and he couldn't wait to learn who they were.
He wondered if they'd appreciate his company and had started writing down a list of charisma potion ingredients before realizing he'd been working on something else just a moment ago. Shrugging, he continued, not really caring all that much. He'd get back to it... eventually.