The Gryffindor continued to rock on the back of the chair legs while he waited for the class to start. He had been looking around the room as well and was therefore unaware of the silent spell being casted towards him. The boy gasped as he lost his balance and he fell backwards with a THUD on the ground.

He groaned as he rubbed his back and stood up quickly. No one had seen that, nope. Kevin set his chair upright again and sat back down. On all four legs this time.

The difference between cooking and baking? His head snapped up at this. Were they gonna make delicious food? Pleeeeeeaaaase let it be true! The Gryffindor LOVED food and that reminded him that he still had some toffees in his pocket. He would eat them later when the Professor wasn't facing the class.

" The difference is that....uhm..." Wait! He totally knew this! It was on the tip of his tongue. ................okay he had nothing. He had never cooked or baked before. Nor had he ever watch his mother cook. He was just interested in eating it. The boy had already forgotten that he was in the middle of a sentence and began to rock the chair back on two legs again.