Alexandre was present. Of course he was. He had never skipped a class before and he certainly was not about to start now when skipping would have dire consequences. He had arrived silently, like he did most of the time these days. He'd offerred a nod and a weak smile as greeting to Professor Schmoe. He liked the man, and felt bad that his class had turned into something he so clearly had never wanted it to. And he also understood that it was best to just go along with it, because arguing or fighting would lead to much worse.

Which is why he was so surprised when Aboli lost her temper. Because he thought she understood that too. He was standing near her, because friend, so he immediately saw the consequences of the spells that were aimed her way. Oh no no no. Alexandre couldn't stand to see his friends hurt. He gasped, and took a step closer to her before stopping himself. Helping her might make him a target. He couldn't let himself be taken to that room and leave his sister alone. He was frozen, torn. And then Valencia was there, helping Aboli and doing what he was too afraid to do. He was a little ashamed that he hadn't done it himself, but he was grateful that Valencia had. He inched a little closer toward the two of them while also trying not to call attention to himself.

He should probably answer the question, right? What was it again? Specific weaknesses of muggles? He raised his hand, and spoke softly when called on. "Um, professor, muggles have made advancements in medicine, but it's still not as good as ours. Like, uh, Cece said it takes longer to heal bones. And if they're sick or hurt they don't have potions and it takes longer to get better."