...this is not his classroom.

[get_help_boy]

History class, anyway. He leaned back out to look at the door and it's the right door, but inside is the bar, which is, you know...

Weird.

That said, Timmy's not actually interested in class at the moment so he doesn't complain. Instead, he finds a table and asks a rat for some hot cocoa (and maybe a few cookies if it's not too much trouble?) and settles down to go over the reading from last night.