Walking into the dungeon, Ewan’s mood was instantly improved by the sight of the dancing flame of the Bunsen burner at the front of the classroom followed by the mysteriously covered objects at the side and the jars of opaque liquid. Indeed, if there was ever going to be something that would improve his mood, it would be a practical lesson. It had been suuuuuch a long time since they’d done anything that resembled magic that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like being a wizard which wasn’t exactly that hard for him anyway because he’d been a muggle for 10 years of his life.

If he hadn’t been ghosting spontaneously himself, he might have laughed at the dropping of the chalk by Professor Noble but as it was, he had a little sympathy. Instead, the prefect gave the older man a small nod and a “Hello Professor” before taking a seat with the other students at one of the tables. He had no idea who he was sitting next to but didn’t really try to figure it out either. Instead, he took out some of the essentials that he thought he might need and looked towards the front of the class where the professor stood, ready for the lesson to begin.