Transfiguration. Peyton didn't know how she felt about this subject. It challenged her, and as a Baltazar she enjoyed the challenge, but it didn't take much of her interest. Then again, all her interests revolved around Quidditch.

She skipped into the classroom, glancing at it from the door, her green-gray eyes landing on the curtained object at the front of the classroom. Her curiosity was automatically triggered. What was that? Could she go have a peek? Will she like it?

Scanning the classroom, she spotted the professor. Maybe if she wasn't here Peyton would have treated herself to a peek. Oh well.

Making her way to a seat, Peyton waved at her. "Good day, Professor Magnus." Smiiiile.