Pax...... was embodying her assumption in this moment, because her eyes were practically glazing over before the entire list had even appeared. Was this a Board-directed waste of her learning time or was it all Schmoe? He was a strange, awkward man that she typically had very little time for, but usually the lessons had some merit and relevance, even if they didn't particularly challenge her.

Well, if Schmoe wasn't going to teach anything useful, Pax would have to teach herself. She got her textbook out of her bag and began reading the exam-based curriculum.

About Muggle Studies.

You know, the subject she had assumed would actually be taught today.

And no, she wasn't going to give an answer, though she did let the responses wash over her incase anyone let anything interesting slip.