Not a minute ago he had been extremely sleepy, had actually been drooling a bit on the surface of his table, but in the space of a mere sixty seconds he had successfully caught himself on fire, gotten splashed with cold water and also invented a spell!

"My spell!"

He turned towards the burning wall, uncaring of the fact that the back of his robes were singed and he was probably showing patches of pale skin to his classmates as he stared in awe at his creation, "Professor!" he called to the old man, "Take a picture!" He turned, grinned and raised his hand in the iconic muggle peace sign as if posing with the burning wall.

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.

All he had wanted was to have his picture taken with the very first spell he had ever invented, but then what he got was the professor doing an odd looking dance that made him look as if he was suffering from epilepsy, and then hit by a very cold, very strong blast of some weird white stuff.

He shook the stuff out of his face and hair, wiping down the front of his robes as he got his footing back, "Couldjoo at least..." he turned, giving his back to the professor, "Mend m'robes? Cos mum would have a cow if I go home wiv this!"

"Oh, yes! Yes of course," Ian stuttered, a bit startled by the boy's nonchalant demeanor. With some quick wand-work, Ian managed to repair the young man's robes, although somewhat crudely. He was no seamstress, after all.

And because he felt bad for not having a camera, he gifted Garret with this: "Oh, and I believe the incantation to that was Apararayyrah."

He winked and added, "Now run along!"

"HAH!" Garret grinned and grabbed Daphne by the elbow, shouting back over his shoulder as he dragged his friend out of the classroom, "Fanks, professor!"

To Daphne, however, he muttered under his breath, "Let's give the spell a try in the Forbidden Forest."