Appearances could be deceiving. Declan had learned that many years ago. He narrowed his eyes slightly at the strange vibe he was feeling in the room. The Professor's aura seemed a little different, there was some kind of disturbance. It looked weak--or rather--it looked concealed. It was really disturbing. It made it hard to concentrate in class. As such, he was slacking in the research portion of their class activity. He glanced at his brother's notes and nodded in approval.

Sometimes he wondered if his brother was better off in Ravenclaw.

The next activity was more hands on and Declan sighed a little. This was better for his concentration. Anything that involved a tactile touch was surely going to bring him to the present moment. Declan leaned to the left, placing one arm on Brent's desk.

"Hey, man," he greeted. "Wanna work with us? I'll grab what we need if you help with the paint job." Declan then gave Brent back his space and decided to invade Levi's. "Your penmanship..." Declan squinted at it. "Leaves a lot to be desired."