Ohh scary....

Henric walked into the dark classroom, carefully navigating his way to the back of the class. The ghost of Ravenclaw and history of magic professor was nowhere in sight, he wondered when she would be arriving soon? He guessed she would pop in somewhere they would least expected it. Wasn't Moaning Myrtle famous at it especially in the boys bathroom? Henric chuckled to himself before placing his bum on his usual seat. He took out his necessary parchments and his handy-dandy quill to lay it rest on his table. But, could he really write down notes in this darkness? Huh.