"So raise your hand if you thought I wasn't here?" Ian asked, having silently ended his disillusionment charm, while walking toward the front of the classroom.

He chuckled, taking note of all the puzzled looks on the faces of the students. Oh, this was going to be a fun year. Yes. He contemplated drumming his fingers together, but then people might suspect him for EVILLL (Voldemortist, anyone?)

"Anyway, all questions aside, I think we'll wait a few more minutes and then get things started. For now, feel free to practice any spells you know, as I see Miss Toussaint has decided that that would be a productive use of time. Or...you may be less productive and quietly talk amongst yourselves. You will know when I want your attention. Believe me."