Ah, composition. Bella is going creative writing and needs to nail this one. But she expects to like it. The classroom has arched ceilings, for some reason, hard-to-check rafters and detailing up there, so she inches into the room very cautiously, ready to backpedal, waiting for backup classmates before going in more than a few steps.
This class should be reasonably safe. He will learn to write spells and then he will write some spells, if there's anything he can't grab out of the void on demand.
He looks around warily and - he wouldn't stand around just inside but if someone else who knows more is doing that then maybe that's what he should do?
"Three's probably enough to go further in? But I'd sooner wait for five, I don't like those ceilings," she remarks.
"Something could hide there, I guess. Are you thinking if there are five of us we can chase it off or what?"
"No, we're freshmen, but most things, especially smaller things, are less likely to attack groups..." Where is this kid from.
"We're on the same page about that being really weird, right?"
"No? Most mals won't have a good guess if a group is going to fight back as a unit or not."
"...I guess," he says as if that's not quite what he was getting at.