Classically trained in various forms of the waltz (though he did prefer the French Valse Boston variation), it was a given that Mathys would be present for today's lesson. Though the more barbaric observations of the Hogwarts faculty begged consideration as to whether or not the Hogwarts headmaster truly possessed the sophistication and grace worthy of teaching such fluid movements to wizarding youth. So it was with skepticism in his stride that he entered the grand ballroom in the appropriate dance attire.

White always helped elongate his already long legs.

Though he could not say the same for the rest of those present. Seemed as though the stench of bad taste was not exclusive to their professors.

Greeting with his standard polite bow, one arm tucked behind his back, he once again remained lurking towards the back and diligently waited for instruction from the Hogwarts headmaster.