Brent was still in disbelief that Professor Hawthorne was sitting up at that staff table---in GREAT BRITAIN. At HOGWARTS. "Duuuude. She was my Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Ilvermorny. I had no idea she was transferring here, too," he explained. He wondered if she knew he and Kane were here. Probably so. Headmistresses knew everything. He raised his eyebrows and turned back toward James. "You're a transfer, too?" he asked. "Where from?"



...and then all of the above happened, which Brent was totally not expecting. In all the mild chaos involving the big move, he had failed to read up about the school he'd be attending. He should have probably done that. He had no idea about Peeves and the gang, and therefore had no advanced warning whatsoever. At least the others might have seen him coming.

Nope. Not Brent.

He ended up with a head full of glitter glue, making this the SECOND time since he got to Great Britain that something was unexpectedly poured over his hair. "DUUUUUUUDE," he said to the poltergeist. "That was my hair-do!" There was no amount of combs in the world that would fix this mess now.

...and then his mom came along and basically praised the whole thing. Wait...ghosts had moms?



Brent sat back down at the table, a mild shower of glitter flowing at his side. Wonderful. WON. DER. FUL. "I don't suppose you know a charm?" he asked the Head Boy. He attempted conversation, which was slightly hard considering he'd been just glitter!attacked by a freaking poltergeist. "Oh, I'm sure she knows how to write," Brent said. "She just didn't want to. I guess she just wanted a boyfriend who was right there with her." Like he had been. He paused when Colt began to tell a similar story. "Sorry, man. I know how it feels." He shrugged when Colt mentioned pranking. "Huh? You mean...you still enjoy a good prank even with that badge?" ... "Cool!" He had totally ended up in the party house!



...and then there was another ghost, who basically came along and put the others right in their places. Now where was this ghost a minute ago when the whole glitter shower happened? Since he had no idea who any of these ghosts were, Brent just sat back and watched the action unfold. Was there going to be a ghost fight right here at the house table on day one of the school year?

Awesome!



There was a pause in his conversation with Katy, which was followed by his name in that same tone of voice she's said it in before. Brent. Was his name that unusual or something? Hopefully she didn't have some weird ex-boyfriend with the same exact name or something. Brent briefly entertained a few thoughts before focusing on her actual question.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts," he proudly answered. Number one best subject ever right there. He put his hand over his heart and faked being extremely hurt by her next comment. "Man, Katy. You British girls really know how to hit us where it hurts." His hair. "It's not Divination, but would you believe having pumpkin juice poured over my head would be the third time something like that has happened since I moved here this summer?"

Was his hair some kind of target or something?



Kane was a really nice little brother. Come to think of it, he really never did anything annoying like most little did. "He's a cool kid," Brent agreed. And as much as he liked Kane, Brent was glad the Head Girl was asking a little about him now. He shrugged. "It's turning out better than I expected," he said. "Nothing against Hogwarts. It's just...I don't know if you've ever had to move or anything like that, but it's not always an exciting thing to happen. I hated it at first, and I'm really just getting used to it." Honesty. He was showing it. Deep down inside, though, he knew he just hadn't given Hogwarts a fair chance and if he was being truthful, it was turning out to be pretty cool.