The music box had him very curious. He didn't dare to poke it or prod it yet. This was a Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Declan knew a few things about ancient artifacts, and one of them was that you didn't just poke it nilly willy; not unless you wanted to activate some kind of centuries old curse. The music box didn't look centuries old but it didn't mean it wasn't cursed somehow. It could have a simply jinx but he still didn't want to risk it.

The class was being centered around Erklings so far. Declan made a disgusted face. He had heard about different variations of Erklings from his father's Spanish side of the family. They were darker than their appearance let on. Declan wouldn't even give them a chance.

"Stupefy then Incendio," he said as he raised his hand. "I'd say the trick is attacking it first since it can also shoot you with poisonous darts." That was just his opinion; however. Sometimes it was important not to let people or things lull you into a false sense of security. He caught the exchange between his sister and Bentley. Declan leaned forward around Althea to stare at Bentley before leaning back. He glanced to his side at Althea and nudged at her with his elbow.