Charms. It was an okay subject. Chance wasn't brilliant in it but he knew his way around the subject. Entering the class, Chance shuffled to a desk and laid his head down on it. He was tired, cranky, and impossible at this moment. Terrible things had happened today and he was in no mood to be his usually happy go-lucky self.

He looked up at the Professor to see if class had started. It hadn't. He nodded to the professor, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. He didnt want to be rude to the professor. They hadn't done anything.

Looking back down at his desk, he would wait until the Professor started speaking. Then he would be a good little student and do what he was told. Until then, his head was going to be on his desk. And that was that.