Charms. Yes, Charms. The class with the professor that all the ladies were talking about.

Asher entered the room with his chest puffed, making his twelve year old self as manly as possible. This guy was competition and the game was on. As soon as he rounded the corner to take a seat, Asher glanced to the front of the room. He gave Fuller a nod "good day." He didn't want to seem rude. No. He needed this Fuller guy to like him so he could figure out how he managed to get so many of the girls talking about him in such a sort amount of time.