Oakey walked into History of Magic not entirely sure what he'd be expecting from the Professor today. He always assumed the worst and figured the History of Magic was going to be dull and boring, but Scabior had always surprised him. "Good afternoon Professor Scabior." Oakey said with a nod. "Congrats on making Deputy Headmaster." He turned to grab a seat when a little boy spinning around in one of those office chairs ordered him to do so?...Why was there a little kid in class? "Yes Sir." The Hufflepuff said playfully to the child and grabbed a seat in the middle of the class.

He looked around and noticed two more faces that didn't seem like the belonged in the class. Board of Governors Candidates Oakey thought to himself. As he eyed the two of them, then turned his attention back to the front of class .

A breeze.

It was the first thing Alice felt when she stepped into the History of Magic classroom. The first things she saw were two, ANCIENT chairs at the back of the room-- they looked almost as old as Botros. And the first thibg she heard was the shouting of a little kid. "Hullo, Professor, and congrats on your Deputy thing," she greeted, not taking her eyes off of the boy in the chair. "And.. hello to you, too.. person." After beaming at both of them, she chose a desk in the corner and began to examine the materials. Paper.. pencils.. more drawing, possibly?

As she waited for more people to come in, she moved on to STARE at the professor and the little boy. This was going to be an interesting lesson.

WAS HE LATE?

Wonderful way to start off the new year by being LATE to a lesson.

Alec ran to the History of Magic classroom, trying his hardest to keep his bag from flying off of his shoulder. So MAYBE he shouldn't have had that second helping of ice cream. Yeah. Maybe. But ice cream! Who wouldn't stop for more ice cream?

Fixing his hair outside the class -- because that was necessary -- the fourth year walked in after Hulk with a small grin spread across his face. It felt weird, to smile. Yeah... very weird. "Erm... hello Professor!" The guy received a grin from this fifteen year old and so did-

BLINKBLINK.

... Since when were kids allowed at Hogwarts? And who was this kid anyways? "Erm... hey, there!" Grin. Still slightly confused, Alec turned away from the Professor and the spinning chair guy and headed over towards an empty seat. He dropped his bag onto the floor and blinked a little at the paper and the colouring pencils. This was... weird. BLINK.

Sarah Newman walked into the classroom with her long brown hair loose. "Hello Professor." Then she narrowed her eyes at the little kid spinning around. What was up with THAT?

A wide-eyed Sierra hurried down the corridor en route to History of Magic class. Great. First class of the school year, and she might be late. She could see the door up ahead, but if she could just get there it'd be so much better. When she finally came through the door and entered the classroom, she heard Scabior announcing that they'd wait a few more minutes for others to arrive before getting started.

Whew. She'd made it.

She barely had time to look around the room, though. As she slid into her seat, she did notice the little boy Scabior had brought along. Wait...she knew that boy! "Hey, Kyroh," she said, remembering that Christmas she'd spent with the boy.

Ellura didn't know what to expect from the latest class...history of magic. She did know from experience that history- filled classes could be boring or exciting, all based on how the professor managed to teach his subject. After lunch, she made her way up to the appropriate classroom ready for the lesson, several students already there ahead of her as she had lingered.

The professor was there as well as an unknown child too young to be a student, but the man was not the only adult there. It seemed they were to have observers in this class too. "Good afternoon, Professor," Ellura greeted, trying to remember the name. "Hello," the third year added with a smile at the boy before moving to take a seat at a desk near the front.

Xavier didn't have any idea where the HOM classroom was. Luckily, all she had to was follow the stream of students who had to come here now. Even luckier, the class WAS History of Magic, which she really thought of as a slow-moving peaceful class.

"Good morning professor Scabior!" YES! YES! She had found out all the professor's names after she had gone through the divination classroom with the embarassment of not knowing the teachers name.

She saw a little kid spinning in his chair and at first thought nothing of it. Her old school had young and old students, but of course they attended different classes. She smiled at him and sat down to stare confused at the crayons.

West rocked on into History of Magic quite casually, and dropped down into a seat near the middle of the classroom.

"Sup professor Scabior." Also, "Sup kid I don't know." A for real little kid too? Okay. West shrugged it off, who even knew why that kid was here? Maybe he was professor for the day. That would be funny.

Melody sighed softly and walked into the classroom. She wasn't to thrilled about History of Magic. Not like it got drilled into her head at home. Of course it was a pure blood's point of view, so there might be different... not by a whole lot she supposed.

"Good morning, professor." she greeted him then noticed the little kid. "Aw hello there." She smiled. Maybe this wouldn't as boring as she suspected.

McCall entered the classroom with a sigh. To be honest, she wasn't really looking forward to History of Magic. However, when her eyes found the little boy at the front of the classroom, her mood brightened a bit. She loved little kids, and this one in particular looked like her younger cousin. It reminded her of home.

"Good morning Professor," she said politely as she made her way to an empty desk. "Hi!" she chirped happily as she waved at the little boy. And there were colored pencils on her desk. A class that involved little kids and coloring? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

Alyssa wasn't aware that someone had taken a seat next to her, until she heard a familiar voice speak to her. Looking up from her textbook, she smiled at Alex. "Hi there Alex." She frowned in confusion, when he mentioned about his drawing skills. Then she looked at the colored pencils on the desk and remembered him mentioning that he like to draw during the Start of the Feast, and her frown turned into a big grin.

"Oh I'm definitely looking forward to seeing them." Looking over at there the Professor sitting with the little boy, Alyssa asked, "I wonder if the Professor is going to make us draw that boy? He's kinda adorable. I wished that I had said hi to him instead of just waving. I hope that I didn't hurt his feelings." Alyssa whispered her concern to Alex.

How did she end up here, Lily had no clue. Maybe it was by following some fellow students at random but the fact was she had made her way toward the class which was probably her first success so far. Noticing few fellow lions she had seen at the feast when she first got here, she felt a bit relieved. At least she wouldn't be in a middle of stranger.

Not making eyes contact with the teacher and trying to make herself unnoticed she quickly walked toward the back of the room. This might be interesting she knew nothing of this world so this was the perfect first lesson to go to.

Minerva walked into class. She looked around and gave a sigh. It wasn't that she hated the class, no the class wasn't bad, but she just never really was able to read the professor. She had went most of her terms thinking he hated her and then last term he actually acted as if she said something more then just dumb. Looking around the room she found and empty desk, but before going to it turned to the front of the room. "Hello Professor. Hope you are having a good day."

Then seeing a little boy Minerva smiled, "Hello, are you helping with class today?" He was a super cute little kid. Minerva liked little kids, they were fun. She then headed to the empty desk and sat down to prepare for Scabiors to start.

As Belle was making her way to History of Magic, Belle noticed the class was already beginning to fill up. Belle smiled and saw the professor at his desk. "Hello Professor Scabior." she said politely. "How are you doing?"

Then once she said her greeting, she made her way to her desk. She got out her pen and notebook and was ready to take some notes.

Ella hurried to History of Magic, bag slung over her shoulder. She was late...well not late exactly. but not early like she usually was. That was because things had been weird lately and she was a bit scatter brained at the moment. LAME. Anywhooo...as she entered the room it appeared as if they hadn't gotten started so the blonde sighed before smiling a little. Thank Merlin.

"Hello Professor." She greeted cheerfully before her eyes fell on...D'aww! It was an ickle dude. "And erm Hello...little guy." Yup, cause he was little and a boy so...it worked.

Oh! And there was Theoman. And he'd...saved her a seat? The blonde smiled a little before heading over to him and plopping down. "Hi Theoman!" She said quietly as she placed her bag on the floor. This wasn't going to be weird, yeah? ...Yeah.

Shuffle.

Jory thought he was late as he headed to the class, walking faster than usual. But when he got there, he was relieved to see the Professor hadn't started as yet. But there certainly was a lot of students there already.

"Good day, Professor,'' the Puffer said. Then he noticed the kid. "Hello, there,'' he said before making his way to find a seat wondering why the boy was there.

Looking around the room, Erik debated going up to the front and greeting the professor but...he was no suck up. And he was here to see and not be seen, anyway. He did catch a wave from a familiar face though.

"Renevsmee..." Erik greeted her quietly. He remembered the girl's name very well, because she was the only Renesmee he had ever met. "Hello." Was that a shiny badge of some sort she was wearing? Interesting...

Another badged student greeted him, with a bow too. Erik dipped his head in return, with a quiet, "Hello," to him too.

"Good day," Erik nodded back to the professor. He wasn't about to cause an interruption (even if the class had yet to start) by going up there...

...because he was not Nolan Reynolds. The tiniest of smirks appeared on Erik's lips upon seeing the over-enthusiastic Divination professor arrive. If he had to guess, he would say Nolan had been a teacher's pet and likely a nerd back in his Hogwarts days.

He waited for the man to be redirected to the back of the room, where he was already seated. Heh. Reynolds and a small child. This should be an entertaining lesson.

History of Magic had the potential to be the most deadly boring class in the history (geddit?) of all classes, but Mo had high hopes for this the class regardless. For one, because his Auntie Anj taught History of Magic and was the least boring person he knew. And the other because this was Hogwarts, and things were just supposed to be better here than anywhere else.

Mo paused as he entered the doorway, arms akimbo as he considered the boy spinning in the chair. "'Lo there. You're teaching this class, are you? Maybe you can let me try spinning in that chair later, okay? It looks like the perfect spinning chair, and I've never seen a perfect spinning chair before."

From there, Mo glanced at the actual professor with a tilt of his head. "Good afternoon, Professor. My sister sends her regards even though you tried to kill her last term." And he went to find his seat.

Carrying his school bag over a single shoulder, Richard Turner walked into the History of Magic classroom with an emotionless, empty expression. The name of the subject made it very clear that this class was not going to be full of action. It sounded more like a good time to sleep but...no he was not allowed to sleep in class. He had to pass the stupid exams and stuff and get a good grade if he wanted his mother to shut up.

''Professor.'' he greeted the man adding a short nod to it before his gray eyes landed on the kid who seemed to be having fun with that chair. Stopping for a moment, he raised his eyebrows. Kid in a classroom? Apparently the professor failed to find him a babysitter. Rich simply grinned at the boy and gave him a thumbs up for the fact that he was having fun in this boring class. Maybe he could make the class fun. Then he turned around and walked to find himself a seat.

As he went further into the classroom so he could claim himself a seat at the back so he could sleep if he would ever feel like doing so, the Slytherin boy stopped when he recognized a certain someone. He fixed the cold gaze of gray eyes on him as he stopped just when he was passing by. He patted the Ravenclaw's shoulder then gave it a hard squeeze. Not a friendly one at all. Then he leaned in and whispered ''See you after class.'' before looking up only to realize that Dylan had been talking to the other captain. Well...well...well...he gave his best mate a look that said 'I warned him before so' and walked away.

There....there at the back sat a nice seat suitable for him. Dropping his bag right onto the empty seat next to hit, he got comfortably seated.

Seth walked in. He gave the Professor a quick wave and was at the hunt for an empty seat. He had a distinctive serious demeanor, but don't be fooled. It's not that he was shy, he just didn't have much to say.

As he glanced over to an empty seat, he scanned the room in hopes to finding the familiar face he wanted to see. Not here. Oh well. History happened to be one of Seth's, favorite subjects. It was hard for people to believe that this young lion actually liked school. But he really did.

Ofim heard something about sunglasses, so he assumed the old dude was talking to him. Great. No sunglasses. He didn't have to be smart about it. Ofim took off his sunglasses and started to zone out. There was no way he was going to be paying attention in this class. History of Magic sounded soooooooo boring to him

Laura walked into the classroom. "Good Day Professor." Laura smiled. "Hope you enjoyed your summer." Laura looked around and saw another man that was in the classroom, seriously this was going to be hard if there was going to be two men teaching the class, which one was she supposed to listen to.

Ethan lightly covered a yawn with one hand as he entered the classroom. He wasn't sure why he felt tired at this time of the day. Maybe it was the fact that his belly was now full after that rather large lunch he just had or the fact that his brain was already preparing itself to be bored.

As he walked in, green eyes fell first on Scabior's desk and the many, many books alit there. He frowned, thinking of what they might be doing today when his eyes then landed on the overly exuberant child spinning in the chair. Was Scabby unable to find child care today? Ethan internally shrugged and shot the kid a smile. "Hey there," he said to him, then caught sight of Scabior behind the piles of books. "Good day, Professor," he added before turning to look for a seat.

This class was rather full already, but Ethan soon spotted an unoccupied seat.. one that was quite favorable to the boy. The seat next to Minerva was empty? How lucky for him.. He gave the girl a grin as he neared, then sat down, dropping his bag onto the floor next to him.

Hmph. Sierra seemed to know the kid. What name had she said? Kyroh?

That was a pretty beast name, Dylan could admit...

"Hello, Sierra."...because he was making it a point to greet her and whatnot...as was proper.

Team love.

Aidan really didn't have anything against History of Magic. Nor against Professor Scabior. But today...today, he really just wasn't feeling the subject. But there wasn't anything he could do about it, right? Besides skipping........but no. Aidan will not be a skipper.

So he says.

He quirked an eyebrow up at the kid spinning in the chair when he entered. After the initial thoughts of 'Who is that?' and 'What is he doing here?' passed unspoken, he became jealous of the kid. Having FUN. In Scabior's class. While they all had to learn.

So after a discrete eyeroll, Aidan made his way to the back seat in the row closest to the door.