Make it fly high into the sky [Standard Spellwork - Year: 1; Lesson: 1]

Felix found himself rushing to his class of standard spellwork. Not like he was late, he didn't know if he was or not. That's what can happen when you overnap in a nearby library. Books, quiet, almost nobody there.. what else to say, perfect for a quick restful nap. That was of course when he opened his eyes and realised he should be somewhere else and a secon ago he was above the floor in a flash.

He went into the classroom like being carried by an invisible tempest to stand still in a second. No rush in his features, a stoic expression as he bowed slightly to the teacher. It seemed as if the class just started, or... "Please, exceuse me for being late professeur for I am still finding my way around school" He said calmly and proceed to take a seat.

Great work genius, you need to pay more atention to resist falling asleep.. or find somebody to wake you up in time. he thought to himself. What a beautiful beginning...

Lae Bellamy had been sitting in class for quite some time now. She had seen the face of Millicent Prentiss, who she had been awaiting for some time now, and just her luck that the youngest Prentiss was in her house. Charles had gone to Beauxbatons, so that meant she didn't have him for the year. Last time she checked, Charles was the nicer of the Prentiss siblings, and Millicent was less so. Rumour has it that the girl was rebellious, annoying, and had as much humour as a pile of fabric. Not like she would ever blatantly admit that, of course.

A firstie had clambered into her classroom, though it wasn't who the Head of Uchitel had expected it to be. It was the boy who'd taken all the classes, she'd heard. Marten. Felix Marten. One day, he might just beat Lena Vorstenbach's grades when she was his age (she knew the girl couldn't take this class due to the fact that she couldn't take too many or something of the like), but she knew that day may not come for a long time.

"Never mind, Mister Marten," announced the Professor. "Sit."

With a nod he quietly took a seat. Thoughts forming in his head. Here he stormed to the class, an empty one if not counting the teacher in front of him. That would mean one of three things. One, he was the only guy in this class, two, he was the only one taking this class (he was more than sure to be late), or three, his teacher heard of him before. Every single option had it's possitive and negative sides. All he could hope was the bright side.

Without a word, in a matter of a half a minute his desk was sorted with writing supplies and books. Neat and organised with him calmly looking at his teacher with a small glimpse of questioning in his eyes.

Pressing her lips shut, Lae opened her mouth as the bell rang. She cursed loudly enough for the student to hear. She was sure that he knew a couple of his own, anyway, so it wasn't supposed to do any harm. "Alright... Mister Marten, I suggest you... uh, do some research on Wingardium Leviosa. See you next lesson."

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Lesson One... OUT~