Salander strolls into the classroom lazily, then stops. He hears the music first before anything else registers in his head. He knew this song. He knew the play it was from. Something that cant be avoided when your father is a classical musician and you're a bored kid sitting in an empty concert hall hearing it over and over and over...

He turns his head and sets his eyes on the Professor. Still feels odd that it was a dude sitting there and not the delightfully blonde Professor Di. But if Evelyn and Marie's words were anything to go by, the Slytherin lad shouldnt be disappointed. If anything, he should buckle up and enjoy the ride.

"Good morning Professor.... errrr" what was his name again? Something about London "-- Truebridge! Good Morning Professor Truebridge." he greeted the man and made his way on the far side of the classroom nearest the windows.