The trek into the forest had been enjoyable. It was a pleasant evening, dinner had been excellent so he was contentedly full, and he was wearing comfy jeans and his favorite flannel shirt. He was ready for another typical Care of Magical Creatures lesson. Except this one was at night. In the forest. With an intimidating cave nearby. Lovely. He was no Gryffindor, there was no way he was rushing headlong into that cave until he was readily assured of its safety by Wayland.

And speaking of Wayland, there he was, just chillaxing in his hay-chair. Well, if the man could be that at ease right by the cave, he must trust the contents. That actually put Finn more at ease than almost anything else could have. So, a bit more relaxed, he was able to truly smile at the professor. "Good evening, sir. You look relaxed!"

Hmm. Not too many people here yet. He headed over towards a sixth year Slytherin and sat. "Evening, Junia. How are N.E.W.T. classes going?"