The students weren't yappin'. Soon enough, he was gonna stress out and grow loads of pimples and acne. BUT YAAYYYY the professor came the PROFESSAH came. S'right people. But what made Cam ever soooo curious was that box in his hand. Boxes. There were tons of boxesssss he wondered what was in 'em! MMMMMMmmm maybe FOOD! Ahh food... he wanted some pastry now.

Wands and serious malfunctions?

Cam reached out his wand from his holster and looked at it carefully. Hmmmmm. Well he did bang it back in DADA class, right? Aaaand the professor wanted them to balance it on their heads...?

And so Cam did. He balanced his wand on his head, thinking that they were gonna learn how to be princesses and princes todaaaay! BUT INSTEAD OF BOOKS, WANDSSS. Gawsh gawsh gawsh he looked up at the wand staying there. The urge to move. But nuhh nuh he controlled himself.

"I'm a flaamiiiingooooo. Ayyeeee a flamiiingooooo."

BALANCE. BAAALANCE. Complete balance. But soon enough, he just knew it would roll over and fall offffff. But he continued chanting those words to well, help his concentraaation ya know.