Harlow was really hoping this Charms lesson went better than her last Charms lesson. She took a deep breath and walked into the lesson.

She looked around at the chairs trying to see where the the best possible place to sit was. She didn't want to be right in the front and in the professor's glaring range. And she didn't want to be in the back where the sunlight didn't reach.

Harlow found a seat in the second row next to the windows. Good seat, her lucky seat.