It was that time again...Time for Dylan to learn about his father's people. It was ridiculous, of course. There was nothing Professor Cerulean could teach him that he didn't know...but coming to the lesson seemed like a good idea. The posters she'd put on their noticeboard had been cute and had obviously taken time to do.

Once again, obligation...Ew.

Upon entering the classroom, the Slytherin was attacked by several different noises at once, all playing and mixing for him at the same time. They weren't too loud...but he honestly couldn't make out the individual songs...and what was with all the American themed stuff?

He grabbed a seat and eyed the treat on the desk...and then allowed his eyes to travel up to the board.

Rock the vote.

Do what?

Turning, he squinted at Professor Cerulean, who was reading a magazine and looking at them occasionally. What was the meaning of all this? Politics in school now? That wasn't really allowed, was it? Or did this have to do with this Board of Governors thing? He'd already decided that if they were being allowed to vote, Professor Schirmer was getting his...That was like a DONE deal already.

Hmph.

Dylan started eating his jello...There was no reason he couldn't enjoying his dessert...