THANK. GOD. FOR ALAN'S REPLACEMENT.
Perhaps it was sad to say that this was prrobably the moment of exuberance James Wake had ever felt since he was nine. Life had been hell for the young man since he was old enough to use magic. There was only real reason why. ALAN FRIGGIN' WAKE. The man had prestige, had power, and knew how to stay invisible. He was perhaps the worst human being in all of existence, but James had never said it to the man's face. He would have probably taken it as a compliment.
And now, he was gone. Gone from Hogwarts, before he could reveal the most unsettling secrets behind the creation of Dementors, the results of Human Alchemy, the origin of the Philosopher's stone. James was actually excited to be in class for the first time EVER. He would return home during the summer break to fight Alan's harsh treatment once more, but until then, James would get to zip through what felt like the easiest course in the entire school. Alan was probably back at the Ministry, working tirelessly to ensure nobody would ever use Alchemy the "wrong" way. As if creating a Philosopher's stone wasn't enough for the monster, he had to go out and ensure that nobody ever tried to make it again.
James walked almost proudly to the Alchemy Classroom. He even let off a student with a fanged frisbee with a strict warning, instead of deducting points and openly embarassing the boy in front of all of his little friends. He quickly climbed up to the room he had once feared entering. But as he did, his euphoria began to nose-dive. Now he would have to put up with the redundant lessons of a real Professor. Well, it was better than nothing, but...
James flexed the gloved fist of his Alchemic Arm. Perhaps he was over thinking it, but perhaps class would become boring. Knowing too much Alchemy had its faults after all. James quickly shook off the foreboding thought and entered the room, each foot step closer and closer to the front row. He took a seat in the second, of course.