Lex was actually looking forward to Charms class. It had nothing to do with the Professor's pretty face (even if that helped A LOT) but more like, it was a chill class. They even got to put their feet up and the Professor didn't seem like the type to wand handled someone else's kneazle. She could appreciate that so without much fuss, Lex made her way into the Charms classroom.

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Something seemed different today....The fourth year tapped her chin, trying to put her finger on it. Something...did they repaint the desk--the desks!!! Lex blinked at the empty classroom, unable to stop herself from wondering if she'd forgotten the memo somewhere along the line. Was she in the wrong room? There was no one here to ask so she went walking through, looking at the walls and occasionally through the window.

Hold on. Wasn't that...wasn't that a note right there? Lex walked over to the chalkboard and stared curiously at the message. Okay, yeah, the Professor had to step out for a bit, but did he have to take the chairs with him? How in Merlin's beard was she meant to get comfy now?