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In all honesty, Noah wasn't too keen on attending this class, and he has his reasons for having reservations. But then again, he must do what he needs to do; move along.
Upon reaching the door however, Noah faltered a bit as he saw the poster. It was just like in their old muggle school, wasn't it? Wherein they had to make a queue outside the classroom, and then one by one they get to choose a greeting by pointing at the picture then executing it. He was seven years old back then, and he had a lot of enthusiasm for it. He's 15 now though, so, some greetings were a bit awkward... especially between a teenager like him and a new professor.
But for old time's sake, Noah did point at the picture of a little girl waving, and then waved at the professor with a smile resembling the picture he chose. It felt weird.
Noah schooled his face back to its neutral expression once he passed the new professor, then made a beeline for the back row corner, and snagged a chair where he could see everyone and everything in front. Upon reading the note on the board, the Gryffindor stowed his bag underneath his chair, except for his wand of course, and closed his eyes to take deep breaths.
Yeah, maybe he should take this opportunity to extend the breathing exercise and nap while waiting for the others to arrive.
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