 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
History of Magic (ironically, given the subject matter and usual way of teaching) had become one of the few classes at Hogwarts that Rowan always arrived to with trepidation. Perhaps she was boring, but she liked classes where there was no chance of having to run around dressed in foam and recreating a battle, or being turned so ridiculously tall that you became a bat wielding clumsy clown.
She entered the classroom, greeted by the cloth covered whatever it was and a load of pens on the desks. The classroom was set out like a normal classroom. It was a relief to be honest. Rowan's artistic talent might have amounted to stick figures (if they were getting creative this lesson), but at least she wouldn't, fingers crossed, have to reach inside herself to bring out her non-existent extrovert.
“Good morning, Professor.” She greeted the colourful personality. She did actually admire gregarious types like Professor Fergersnout and wished she could be more like them. Her apprehension of the class was a deep seated flaw of her own, she knew, and nothing to do with the teaching methods.
She took a seat by Solly, giving him a tight smile and a “Hi.” He looked bored.. or was it just uninterested?
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