Remy wasn’t one for being nervous. He just wasn’t. He studied hard before exams and he trained hard before he fought. However, right now he was hoping to start on a journey that would be hard and long and probably require more effort and dedication and time keeping skills than he had had to employ… for, well, anything. Except maybe his boxing and MMA training. Maybe.

Honestly, he wasn’t sure.

Regardless, he had spoken to his Mum and Tad over summer about the prospect of training to become an animagus, he only knew of one member of their ridiculously large, extended family that had managed to complete the training and it had taken her five almost six years of private study. He was hoping to cut that down slightly with the help of Professor Stewart and the other Professors. After all, they were experts in their fields and that was what he needed right now. Expert advice and guidance.

Moving through the corridors, Remy hummed to himself until he had ascended all the way to the seventh floor. There, he beelined for the Transfiguration corridor and classrooms, before aiming specifically for Professor Stewart’s office. Noting that the door was closed, he simply knocked on her door once before moving to stand beside the window so that he could look out over the grounds until she was free and ready for him