In chipper spirits, Dylan entered the Transfiguration classroom, tossing out grins here and there. Why not? He was rather pleased with himself at the moment...and no good mood should be wasted. Especially not one of his...seeing as they were rare these days.

As was the case every other day, the Slytherin's appearance was clean and tidy. He knew how Professor Bellaire felt about messy. No need to get the woman fired up..."It's nice to see you, Professor." The greeting was offered in an even, respectful tone...

...and then he stood by his desk, chilling...waiting for the start of class like everyone else. His eyes naturally searching for someone...