Charms were one of the only things he was actually good at. That and eating a plate full of mashed potatoes in a flash. BUT ever since their new Charms professor had been introduced at the infamous start-of-term feast, Max was feeling a little..... bleh. She was just so ........... old.
Max gave the ancient old woman an uneasy look on his way past to find an empty desk. Super old people gave him the heebie jeebies. She looked like she was a few days away from becoming one of the ghosts roaming the corridors.
After checking out the blackboard and what everyone else was doing, Max scribbled out his name, folded it and propped it up for the woman to see. Nice and big for her deteriorating eyeballs.
When that was done, he tugged at his collar a little. Was it just him or was it baking in here?