Charms class. He was mad at himself for missing the first lesson, having been too absorbed in his studies that he didn't realize the time, but he promised himself that he wouldn't miss this one.

On the other hand, he was kinda glad he did not make the first lesson. He had heard something about cowboys and girls, and riding horses...and looking like chickens? Even though this was a favorite subject of his, that did not sound interesting at all.

His hopes were high though as he walked into the classroom, Beauxbatons uniform in perfect order as usual, hair light and springy, dashing smile, and all perfection, ready to greet to Professor! Who was, not here.

He didn't miss the class again did he? This...was the right class, oui?