Evan didn't know what he was doing in front ıf the Arithmancy classrom. He was truly horrible at the subject, and yet he was here. Standing in front of the door, peeking inside to see if anyone he knew, or anyone bright enough to help him, had arrived. Nope. NO one. And yet, the next second, he found himself walking in and greeting the professor with a wave and a warm smile. Sure, she was someone to be greeted with, she wasn't the one to make him horrible at her class after all. No, the thing that shouldn't be greeted was this classroom. Still, he found himself a table in somewhere middle. He wouldn't at least the centre of attention. Maybe the professor would forget him... yeah, hoping was nice.