Dragging his feet slightly, Dalton offered the Professor a slight nod before finding a seat at the back of the classroom. Obviously a great idea for a pretty short person. He didn't take much notice of her uniform, or the rubber on his desk, just enough to know that it was there, and he didn't care why. Thankfully, this was the last lesson of the term - after this, he didn't have to pretend that it didn't annoy him that he was bad at learning about the environment he'd grown up in. After this, he could just look forward to going back to that environment and pretending that magic was all fiction.