@dragntamed wants to speak to the Professor.
He had to admit, his very first class with the fifth-year students could have gone a lot worse.
Despite his experience in exposing those who travelled with him to precisely what the universe had to offer, formal teaching was not his forte in the slightest. To him, those who truly wished to learn Astronomy could only make limited progress by relying on textbooks for information, or even observing constellations and the like from Earth - true enlightenment was best achieved by travelling and viewing it all for themselves.
However, as much as he disagreed with Hogwarts’ methodology, his regard for Albus Dumbledore far exceeded any personal qualms he had - and as he dedicated his first time slot with the fifteen-year-olds in introducing himself - “Professor John Smith, but by all means, just Professor will do” - and outlining his conventional. albeit slightly altered, curriculum for the academic year, he felt determined to at least try his best.
Having dismissed the class some moments earlier, he had been in the process of gathering a few loose papers when he became aware of a lone student remaining in the room. Glancing up, he began to regard a tall, slim redheaded boy in a Gryffindor robe.
“It’s Mr Weasley, isn’t it?” He asked in acknowledgement, offering a polite smile, “Is everything alright?”
