History of magic. After five years the Slytherin still didn't know if he liked the subject or not. Some classes were fun, like the one when they went inside the chamber of secrets...but some were just...uh...not his taste. Still, this class was mandatory for him so he pushed the door open and stepped inside the room.

He checked if his Prefect badge was rightly pinned to his robe and as he passed the desks he noted that all of them had packs of colored pencils on them. His gaze went from the desks to the professor but instead of finding the man, he was looking at a small boy.

o__________O HAD THE PROFESSOR TURNED INTO A LITTLE BOY?!

Shocked, Daichi just stared at the boy. Possibly to the point that it became rude to stare and he quickly looked away. When he did so, his Brown eyes found the real professor sitting behind the desk and the Slytherin's cheeks flushed red. How couldn't he have seen that?! "Uh..hello professor Scabior" he greeted with a small bow like nod. He then turned to the little boy. "Hiya, kid~" he smiled and waved his hand before he went to the back of the room to sit down.

But when he had found a desk he noticed another man in the classroom who looked far too old to be a student. Either he was really stupid and had to take this class again or he was important...the prefect thought it was the latter. "Hello Sir" he greeted, again a small bow and when he didn't know what else to say he sat down on his chair and waited for class to begin.