Jaxon entered his muggle literature class wondering what it was going to be like. Apparently the headmaster himself would be teaching it. At least that was the rumor he had overheard a couple of girls from his house saying. Either way, he just hoped the class would be interesting. Jaxon hated anything that was boring, and if left to his own devices he would find ways, not always appropriate, to entertain himself. Seeing another guy there already, he offered a nod in his direction, and took a seat in the back of the class. It provided him with a better line of sight for observation.