Kennedy made his way to the first Charms lesson of the term. He was actually looking forward to it that it showed in the bounce of his step. He was ready and THIS time he was going to do something he's never done. Not once in his entire life.

He was going to use a quill.

Last term the boy had been so stubborn that he refused to use quills as a writing utensil and used a pencil instead, but not anymore. His Godfather had given him a neat set of quills as a present for getting Prefect-ship.

He entered the classroom and walked to the front row seats. Anyone who knew him would know that he always preferred those seats. "Good morning, Professor Schirmer," he smiled. Yes, he finally knew all the professor's names, except for those who were new.