Defense Against the Dark Arts; the scariest subject he'd ever been to before. As Cam entered the classroom he tried to fold his arms because of how cold it was in the room. There was no professor yet, which was good because he heard how dark and evil the man was. Could have barely walked but extremely mean so he tried his best to have classroom etiquette today. What was his name again, Professor Kazi... Professor Krazi? Krazimirror. BLEH. He looked around to find a seat but only found much scarier stuff around the room.

Moving pictures... HORRIFYING moving pictures all over the room. There were men and women in torture, he felt like running to the pictures and banging his hands on it. And then he saw even more scarier pictures, so scary that he felt like ... like--He quickly covered his mouth, took a seat in the middle and waited for the professor to come in and begin the lesson.

Breaaaathe. You're in a happy place, in a place full of meadows and butterflies and flying hippos. You see yourself in the middle with a small smile--AND WHAT IS THAT?! AN OLD MAN, DRESSED IN LEOTARDS IS BEHIND YOU! FLEE. FLEEEE. He shuddered from his imaginary place and took a deep breath before looking down on his desk again, afraid to look up and see a horrifying picture in front of him.