If there was one class that regardless of the time, the subject or the homework that would put a spring into Remy’s step - it was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Obviously, the class was great. So was the man teaching it, obviously. Remy just… loved the class in general. And it showed in the way he walked through the classroom door, taking the grass in stride as he shot his favourite non-Uncle an easy smile and wave from the back of the classroom.

Looking over the room, Remy noted the grass and the rocks and of course the wiggling box that was resting by Roderick Professor Hirsch’s feet. Hmmm/ Taking a step to the side, he looked the box over once more, trying to figure out what could fit inside it. It couldn’t be a water creature since cardboard - although, there could have been a tank inside the box… But there didn’t seem to be any sloshing, so that didn’t seem likely.

Apparently, a few of his classmates were hoping for dragons - but that didn’t seem too likely either as the cardboard box was likely to have gone up in flames from fire by now. Hmmmm. Perhaps a Vampire Bat? That would be fun.

With another grin in Hirsch’s direction, Remy moved over to lounge near the front but off to the side so that the shorter students could see once the class started. With one hand resting backwards on the grass, he waited for the class to start. Though he kept looking at the wiggling box. What. Was. In. There??