Mordred got hold of the door of the Charms classroom when he suddenly stopped in his tracks and took a slightly irritated sigh. This class requires him to be neat and tidy and all that jazz. He straightened his tie for the nth time and pressed down his shirt and picked out the lint that was sticking out of his robe. He looked down at his feet and rubbed his right foot against the back of his left leg to make sure that Professor Bellaire won’t see a speck of dirt on his black shoes. He flattened his already neatly combed hair and went inside the classroom.

“Good day, Professor.” He gave the woman a slight nod as he acknowledged her and eyed a seat at the back. He stood behind his claimed desk and waited for the others to arrive.