It was the second week of March, the weather was not so cold anymore and the sun was out today for a nice early morning outside Ancient Runes class.

Professor Botros had set up today's class out on the Grounds, by the whomping willow, literally by it. There were four walls surrounding the tree, so it looked like the ancient Whomping Willow was inside an open box. The paralyzed branches were visible from above, towering over the walls. The professor had a small board next to him, his wand in his hand, and his blonde curls shining under the sun. He was ready for today's class, he wasn't smiling though, this aging disease had put a damper on his overall good nature, but he looked nice and kind all the same.