It had been a while sense Austin's first year had began. He had more courage to speak at least enough to get by.
The first few muggle studdies lessons, he would wave at the professor. But now...
"Goodmorning professor Stewart." His voice was still quiet though. He wasn't used to speaking still.
He chose a desk. When he sat down, he noticed a projector and her laptop. On the whiteboard was someone with a kite during a storm? Well, that wasn't safe.