I'ts one of those days when he thinks that the star of the Christmas tree should always be on top, it's a weird habit of his to stay away from little things. So, when he finds the star has fallen off, he scoots down, trying to look through the star under the tall tree. He hears a voice, looking up to see some student he swears he doesn't remember.

He shouldn't have accepted the offer of finding more beasts to add in Newt's book-- no. But he has always loved adventures and extra credit because extra credit means extra money and who isn’t a sucker for gold? 

So, there he is, pushing the door open. He moves to take a step outside, but the second he does, he hears a voice and turns around. 

It's another day for Herbology class, the greenhouse seems to smell like roasted herbs and shrubs. He adjusts his apron, tries not to mentally curse at how it has ruined the suit he’s wearing. He walks around, looking over the students before he hears a remark. He looks over her hand, instantly observing that it isn’t really a serious burn. 

He walks with an intimidating flare, a raven black turtle neck to sport. Hands in his pockets, he has never really carried books when teaching. He stops, waits for the students to make way for him just like any other day. He walks, but a certain student blocks his way and he looks at him with the same curiosity he looks at the wizards he executes.