Rowan entered the history of magic classroom, the warmth of the room washing over him. It had been a chilly walk through the castle, so it was nice that it was so cozy in here.

The second year took an empty seat in the middle and gave the professor a small wave. “Professor,” he greeted with a smile, his gaze moving past her towards the board. Hmm... what was that picture for? It looked like... mmmm, strawberry jello... or was Rowan just that hungry?