With his school bag hanging over his shoulder, the Gryffindor entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with a shiver. It was chilly in here too as it was almost Fall and the second year did not like it. He prefered the warmer weather.

Seeing the Professor sitting on a mat at the front of the class, he made his way to her first. "Yo, those books you suggested came in handy! I'm trying to learn the Petrifying spell now!" He was kind of proud of that if he had to say so. He wasn't going to mention that it wasn't going so smoothly though.

He then turned around and found a seat somewhere in the middle of the room.