Vickers made his way down for his next class. As he turned the corner towards the DADA corridor he remembered the last lesson they had and was hoping this time they would have tables and chairs.

He crossed the threshold to the classroom and slowed a bit as he took it in.

The mats are still there. And not a chair in sight.

Siiigh.

But theres something that looks to be a breakfast tray. The Ravenclaw took that as a bit of consolation. He was looking forward for something to nibble at class.

"Good Morning Professor..." he greeted, nodding his head politely as he walked by and selected a mat by the front near the windows.