Rayedem walked into the Muggle Studies class, undoubtedly excited as he was a muggleborn himself. Maybe this time I'd excel in class, he thought lamely. Bah. If a muggleborn could beat a pureblood in a wizarding class, then why couldn't it happen the other way? Okay. He was still going to do his best.

As he entered the classroom he greeted the professor, "Good day, professor," he nodded and smiled, then looked at the stack of books on his desk. There were no picture he could see on them, so the best he could do about the topic was to guess. "Self-defense? Are we learning martial arts, professor?" he asked. It was really obvious now that he was excited.