Ian merely watched the other students answer the question. This was going to be a cheery class, wasn't it? Ian thought to himself. He had come to learn in what he considered his easiest class. He had after all grown up as a muggle most of his young (now looking old) life. Ian looked around. It appeared that they were less at a place of learning for young wizards and more at a nursing home for the aged and infirm. He wanted to go home, but his mum wouldn't understand this.

Ian raised his hand to ask a question. Professor. Are you trying to get us to confront our untimely deaths? He just wanted it out there. I mean, you walk into a classroom and see a coffin and now we're talking about aging and some one had mentioned death. It would probably progress the conversation some.