This class was going to be a waste of his time. Xavi knew it, but he had to come. He reasoned that it wouldn't be so bad to sit and doodle for hours and end with perfect marks. He found a seat toward the front, but on the far side. That didn't label him as a slacker, and also kept him out of the teacher's line of sight, lowering his chances of being caught off-guard by a question he wasn't paying attention to.

What even was the point of this class? Half of the school or more had at least one muggle parent, and for those who didn't couldn't they just ask their friends if they had questions? It wasn't like they didn't live in a world surrounded by muggles. They all probably knew what everything was. The muggle world was pretty simple. At least, in the mind of the first year it was.