Charms charms charms. Tag made his way to the classroom and sort of stopped as he entered inside. Not even to make a complete halt, he just slowed down his walking as he entered.

Different, very different. Tag didn't think too much of it. Sure, it was designed differently today, but the Professor's usually did that if the regular classroom set up did not work well with the day's lesson. Obviously they were going to do something peaceful today.

But, as Tag made his way around and noticed, "FOOD!" he said loudly and ran over to one of the plates of food he saw. Professor Fuller wasn't shifty or anything in his mind so the not-so-short blonde boy picked up one of the plates, sat down and started to stuff brownies and cookies, all at once into his mouth as if he hadn't had a meal in days. Which was a lie, of course. He's always eating.

Also no professor? Tag didn't really care about that at the moment. He had food. And Professor Fuller would have to show up eventually.