Was a normal classroom really an expectation at this point? Not really, no. Indigo was plenty used to Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons taking place in unusual and exciting places that didn't seem like they could possibly even be in the place of a classroom. That was the benefit of a magical school, he supposed. Classroom was a loose term. The room that he walked into definitely was not what one would think of when hearing the word classroom. Indigo glanced around just briefly before his gaze landed on the headmaster. "Morning pr- Headmaster." He was never sure what to call the man in this sort of instance. He was their professor but he was still the headmaster.

Indigo glanced around, and quickly made his way over to Vita. He silently greeted her with a soft shoulder bump as he came to stand by her. Once he was solidly in place he looked around the room again. But, to be honest, he probably shouldn't have. It was making him feel sort of claustrophobic.