The room was fairly dirty, yes, but Mo looked on with some alarm as those classmates who had entered ahead of him cleaned their desks. Without permission. With MAGIC. He blinked a bit as he followed directions to the letter - silently taking his seat and spreading out a piece of parchment onto which he gingerly set his hands.

Unless casting spells was okay in this class? "Good day to you, Professor... Knox," Mo wrinkled his nose as he struggled to recall her name. "I like how your shoes look like they could kill a man." Y'know, since complimenting people was important.