Brent loved Charms class. LOOOOOOOOOOOVED it. It wasn't his best or even his favorite class, but there was always FOOD in here. To a fourteen year old teenage boy, that was GOLD. "Morning, Professor!" he said, with enthusiasm and a grin on his face. This was the guy that provided the FOOD. He turned toward the desks all set to take his usual seat, when he noticed the desks were GONE.

Seriously? What was it with this school and desks?!

He started to take a seat on a bench, but then he heard some other kid ask for permission to sit down. He paused, waiting to hear the answer. He didn't even think to ask for permission, but somebody had, so he'd wait.