Everett walked into the muggle studies classroom, unsure what to expect, though he knew it wasn't this. Beanbags and snacks? This was his kind of class, "Hello professor," Everett said. And then he noticed what kinds of snacks there were. He didn't have a lot of muggle experiences of things, except for the stuff he had eaten or seen at his cousins or such, so only recognising a few things, Everett strolled right past the horrible Twizzlers, and grabbed delicious Redvines. Grinning because he had found his favourite muggle treat, he plopped down onto a beanbag. If the food and snacks were a normal occurence, he was going to be very happy.