Varius entered the classroom to dusty, misty butterflies fluttering around the place. Potions, in Varius' eyes, was the closest to magic without the need of some wand waving, so he was more than happy to be attending this class to say the least.

He took a seat near the front where he knew he could see what was going on, but not too close in case the Headmaster was a big fat meanie who would pick on him. As he waited for others to arrive and class to begin, he continued to poke the pointy tip of his brand new quill - still fascinated him!