Eugh, Transfiguration.
Sighing with an audible exhale, the crisp breath outwards would lightly be visible due to the frigid temperature. Not fully in the sense of how it would be if this class were taken outside, but it certainly did form into a vague and condensed mist out in the cold corridor. To basically put it, Archie wasn't necessarily happy to be going to this class, and the weather only made the mood worse. The certain, acquired disposition for this subject, in particular, was whole-heartedly only topped by his lack of interest in Care of Magical Creatures; albeit the dislike in both was for different reasons. While the former was simply out of a lack of understanding in the course, the latter was caused by fear and dismay at the plethora of creatures that were studied. No matter though, he would still at least make the attempt to put on the facade of being content to be there, regardless of whether or not it was true. Such was the general disposition of the boy; as his Aunt always told him 'fake it 'til you make it'.
Upon entering the room itself, at least one of the problems would be solved. It was much warmer in here compared to the hallway, which allowed for at least a temporary sense of relief to wash over Archibold.
Taking a seat at one of the benches on the right side of the classroom, a wave would be given to both Ary and Brandon on the way there. Then, when seated, he'd turn to the front to give the same greeting to the Professor; also adding a "Hello Professor Carton, how's your day going?" Although the smile was somewhat forced, it wasn't super obvious. At least in Archie's opinion, it wasn't. After all this was said and done, he'd also make note of the line of pearlescent mannequins situated at the back of the class. It brought to question what they would be doing, but it was only a matter of time until he found out.
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