Xing and his typical fashioned hairstyle and blank face enters a classroom he had never entered before. Transfiguration, isn't it? Whatever the subject is, he'll just learn it. Goodness! His memory is that bad! As he steps into the classroom, Xing stops briefly to look around before he proceeds in. "Good afternoon, Professor-" Oh, shoots! He forgot her name! Nevermind... Just professor should be fine. The Slytherin bown ninety degrees at the professor before he heads towards the seat near the window.