The door to the tidy and clean classroom was open, the weather was less severe and professor Botros did not fortify the warming charm this time. The desks were put in three long rows as usual with nametags on each desk, it was customary that you take the same seat you took all term, professor Botros liked his students to stick to where they sat in the classroom. Easier to remember their names and faces.

The old professor himself was sitting on his chair behind his big desk that was on the small dais in the front of the classroom. This was quite uncharacteristic of him, those who knew him knew he liked to stand at the door and greet everyone as they came in. Not today, though. Today was different and the atmosphere in the entire school was solemn after the brutal attack and tragedy that happened in the forbidden forest.

Walk in, take a seat and remain silent until the class starts.