Clark moseyed on in to the classroom. It was incredibly...messy. Ah, well. It was learning-something he was always in for. He raised his head to look at the ceiling and.....

AHHHH SHARP NEEEEDLEEEEE! IT WAS FACING RIGHT DOWN AT HIM!!! Kind of freaking out, he scooted over to another desk, one that wasn't right below a quill but away from the head girl (who was, frankly, kind of scary), away from Willow (he had always been embarrassed around her since the little incident). He plopped himself in a seat near Raisin and twiddled his thumbs, waiting for the lesson to begin.