Professor Vance seemed cool. Brent didn't think he'd like her subject as much as he'd like her, but as long as he could handle the professor, he figured he could handle the subject. Divination would horrible with a horrible professor. He seriously doubted it'd be on his timetable of classes. "It's nice to meet you, Professor Vance," he said, trying to sound as polite as possible seeing as he was talking to an adult. His professor at that.

A second later, her coolness factor went up just a little more when she revealed that she, too, was a Slytherin. "Oh, yeah? Awesome," he commented, in his casual slang. He just couldn't help it sometimes. He nodded. "I've seen him around, but I haven't talked to him yet. Sounds like we have a pretty cool ghost. At least he's not as annoying as that Peeves guy and his equally annoying family." Brent had gotten splashed with glitter glue by the little one, whatever his name was.

He turned back to the hourglasses as she explained the whole competition. "This sounds awesome!" he said, fighting the urge to fist pump into the air. "I love a good competition. Kind of makes up for the fact that you guys don't have any sports here." He was really missing Quodpot. Kids back home were probably adding their names to the sign-ups right about now.