Extremely winded and tired, William slowly entered the classroom, clutching his side. The tiny, sickly second-year hardly ever had to come all of the way up to the Divination Tower, and therefore had a bit of trouble keeping his breathing controlled. After several moments of stitch-clutching and wheezing, William took a name card and took a seat somewhat near the front. With all of his heavy breathing, he hadn't given notice to the man playing a magnificent piano. Feeling it was rather futile to attempt to greet the musician over the pleasant melody, he resorted to taking out a quill and bottle of ink from his bag and writing neatly on the card.

Placing the card on the front edge of his desk, William silently sat at his desk. He hadn't made many friends at Hogwarts yet, and he was quite sure he had no musical talent. He was not even sure why he was here; he had never even heard of a Magical Music Theory class before.
"This will be interesting," he said, half sarcastically, as more students entered the classroom.