His new bag - well, new for him, second hand in life - slung over his shoulder, Dalton managed to be one of the first to arrive at the classroom. Which wasn't a usual occurrence. Stopping in the doorway, he frowned slightly at the set up, an internal grown obvious on his face. On his way to a desk in the far back corner, the Slytherin paused only to read the instructions on the board.

Another obvious, inaudible groan.

He dropped his bag behind his chair, before lounging back in it, eyes falling distastefully on the paints, and lack of brushes. There was no way he was doing a toddlers activity. No way, José.