WOT.

Why was it that, in charms, there was always a fire? Why?

Luckily, Ian had prepared for moments like these. And how had he prepared, you ask?

"EVERYONE OUT! OUT! THE LESSON IS OVER!" he screamed frantically.

Now what was that spell again? He began to run all over his classroom like a chicken with its head cut off while ushering the students out of his class. "Err....no homework. Dismissed."

Spell. Spell. Spell....spell?


He quickly whirled around at the young man who was sort of on fire. "Who do you think I am? Ian Hoshino?" Ian scoffed. Hardly.

"Extinguo!" Before anyone would have been able to react, Ian was on the floor doing the worm with his wand in order to cast the extinguishing charm. As he did so, a cold jet of whatever that white stuff in fire extinguishers is exploded out of the tip of his wand onto young Garret Crocker.

"Phew. Well....it's almost dinner time. I think you'd better head to the Great Hall young man," Ian panted. He was far too old and out of shape for this.