Besides Transfiguration, Charms was Cordova's second favorite class. He strolled into the room quietly, nodded at a few familiar faces and transitioned towards the back of the room. It was in the back that you went unnoticed and didn’t need to participate entirely to much. Although he loved his school work, he didn’t feel the need to perform magic in front of the entire classroom. Cordova was the type of student that got embarrassed easily if something went wrong or if he said something that made him sound unintelligent. To his understanding it was the best and safest seat in the room. He placed his bag on top of the table and slid his thin frame into the chair without really having to move the chair outward a lot. Not knowing whether he would need to take notes or not, he placed his hands on the top of his bag and waited for more instructions.