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Why was it that every time Caolan walked into a lesson the classroom was never an ordinary classroom? What happened to desks and pens and a notepad and a whiteboard at the front? Not that he was really complaining. No desks meant that a big proportion of the lesson would be practical and Caolan was all about that. He had never been big on the lessons where the teachers talked and the students just listened, he way preferred active learning and Hogwarts seemed to be all about that.
He should’ve been used to it by now but he was still a little surprised as he headed in to the classroom to end up out in the open. He felt the sun beam down on his face and despite it being October it didn’t feel that cold anymore. “Morning professor” he greeted the lady as he walked over to join the crowd that had already gathered.
Transfiguration wasn’t his best subject but it was something he considered useful so he had decided that morning that he was going to make an effort today. |