Although he was on time, he looked a bit flustered as he entered the room. Had he been lost while finding the classroom? No.

...yes -_-

But feeling nervous was something he was used to. Especially during DADA lessons. The only difference was that after six years he was getting good at hiding it. The classroom looked ...perfect... as he entered the room. Everything at Beauxbaton looked perfect really. And he liked it. "Good morning, Headmaster Trent" he greeted and curiously looked down at the book he was reading and taking notes in. When he couldn't see what was written, he turned away to find a seat when he spotted Rylee.

"Hey Rosie, did you get permission to bring your kneazle yet?" he asked as he sat down at an empty desk in the group.