Sarah was always in a cheery mood, therefore mentioning that she was a smiley is nothing new in the zoo. So today, like all days Sarah was beaming. She like the History for the sake of the subject, yet not for the teacher, although it was kind of the opposite in Herbology where she like the professor more then the subject. She took in the rooms surroundings... there were two old chairs, kind of like the furniture Sarah had seen in her brother’s workshop. Her bother liked to fix things so people gave him their old things and he would refurbish them and make them as good as new. For wizarding folk he would add extra services like the cushioning charm, either the client would make the request or her brother would think of an ingenious charm to use and got the clients permission and then performed the spell on it. Sarah liked to watch her brother at work, that way she learned a lot about charms and also it helped her imagination. She would think about the object and think about the previous life it had lived. She wondered what the story these chairs had to tell were. The boy and the spinning chair caught her attention next. Her muggle cousins had a chair like that and all the children used to take turns to spin on it. Her mother recalled that going to the muggle dentist when she was younger was awful, yet the fact that he had a spinning chair like that made it nicer. She used to play on it while she waited her turn, until that assistant needed it, claiming it was the chair for her to use. Rebecca had tried to explain to the dental assistant (her name was Florine, yet in secret Rebecca would call her Floridine) that the dental assistant had the chair to herself all year round and when Rebecca came for her annual check up, it was her turn to use it. Unfortunatey, none of the adults agreed and as the dentist had a lot of nasty instruments on him, Rebecca gave the chair to the assistant. “Hi!” she beamed at the little kid- he was so adorable. “Good Day Professor” she said greeting Scabior. She then went to abide by the adorable kids command and sat down. She wondered how Scabior had even met the kid, they were so different. Unless... Sarah hit upon a jackpot. Unless Scabior was once that kid, yet something in the intervening years as an adult had snapped him into an old grump. If that was the case, a time machine was needed.