Early and with an ornate box housing some additional purple yoga mats floating along side him, Mathys arrived at the rose garden and surveyed the roses while musing to himself as to which of the students would disregard the warnings and attempt to pick rose. Hopefully no one from his house, but there were a few unruly ones who he wouldn't put it past.

Lowering his hand, the box that had accompanied him gliding downwards until it touched the grass, the Care of Magical Creatures professor took another moment to examine the perimeter and rubbed his neck. While mostly healed by this point, he was still sporting a light bandage as a bit of superfluous precaution. Though a warranted one considering who he had received it from. His strong, coarse, hand massaged the back of his neck a moment before rubbing his shaved head and rolling his shoulders. Yoga had already been a part of his morning rituals, though not in this setting and most certainly in the privacy of his chalet, so this was a welcomed addition to his afternoon. Once he looked beyond all the marking he had to do between both student bodies.

Stretching and flexing his arms a bit, he waited for the others to arrive. Keenly aware of the passage of time and quite eager to begin.