Entering the Room of Requirement, he strode to the blackboard with purpose. He laid out the roll of parchment he had written the details of his lesson plan on, and with a flick of his wand, the chalk jumped to attention. With another flick of his wand, it began to dance smartly across the board, copying up a significantly neater version of his plans for the year. When he got towards April, he hesitated, and stopped. He could play it off as planning for revision if anyone asked, but he wasn’t about to plan for classes he weren't confident would actually happen.