It wasn’t often that Carwyn wasn’t holding a class of his own, when one of the other Professors had an interesting class going that he was curious about seeing… and the students were in for a treeeeeat today with Professor Williamson’s plans. Not that Carwyn would actually be partaking, he would just… be there. Mmhmmm.

He’d gotten used to going for a run over summer in his animagus form. He didn’t like to say he wasn’t as fit as he once was, but four paws made running much easier. Surely that was just arithmancy or math? Four was better than two! Slipping along the edge of the hay bales, Carwyn jumped up onto one of the taller hay bales that was further back, behind Professor Williamson instead of within the students space with the kneazles.

Though, he saw them. And that jungle gym, course looking thing… It looked fun. He would bet himself it was fun. However, that wasn’t the point. He sat quietly in his animagus form, looking over them all like the Sphinx looked over Giza, as the Professor asked his first question and the class moved on. Were they excited??