Wren was still in a little bit of shock that Professor Pembroke was really and truly dead. Of course, she had been one of the few students present to witness the body, but that didn't mean it felt any less strange to be watching the strange man in their classroom. The one who was apparently the new flight instructor. She wondered how he was qualified to teach Muggle Studies.

She covered her face when Connie asked Coach Crouch the question, mostly to hide the slightly irrational giggle that would've come out otherwise. She wasn't quite sure if he was the strict type of Professor. Or instructor, maybe, was the better title at this point. Mostly he just seemed uncomfortable, which was fine because that was how Wren felt, too.

She had a similar thought. Maybe all of the other Professors were too busy. Coach Crouch just had to worry about Quidditch and flying stuff. That was probably a little less stressful than the other subjects. Unless the first years were particularly awful at flying this year.

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