Dylan pulled his bag of popcorn closer, pulling kernels from it every other minute or so. He'd have to congratulate the Professor later on her skills as it was quite tasty...and that was kinda saying something since he had been known to be a bit picky in his day.

Taking a few swigs from his gatorade bottle, he eyeballed the portrait. Yes, the guy did look familiar...

His dad was so muggle, it hurt at times...and Stephen King just happened to be one of the authors he read. Trying to understand the love for the man's books, Dylan had attempted to read the Bone Collector...but just couldn't get through it. Not to say he wasn't a great writter or whatever. Looking around the Muggle Studies classroom, obviously the guy had fans...even though he wasn't of their time.

Meh, Dylan figured he'd offer an answer since he did know..."Erm, Stephen King, as most everyone has already mentioned. He also wrote The Bone Collector."