Charms class. What could Ophelia say about charms class? Well, it was her brother Isaac's favorite class by far. Although he tried to show off to her over the summer and ended up almost exploding the kitchen. So even though this was his favorite class, it wasn't exactly the best for him. Although Newton loved the class too, and she was much better at it. Then again, the eldest girl was better than the rest at most things, not accounting for the sports the younger ones played. It was a fact of life, if you were in the Clarke household, you aspired to be like Newton.

So yeah, feelings were pretty mixed in this department. Her siblings made the class look easy, though they did that with muggle classes all through homeschooling and nothing good came out of that, so it their performance wasn't something Ophelia TRUSTED. Then again, it was a chance to be really good at something, and for the kid to pass it up would be like Newton passing up grant money to build a rocket ship. Completely insane.

Also, SHE was here. Maleficient was graving this classroom too? Fantastic, because everyone could use a touch of evil in their daily diet, right? Sorry, she was being sassy. It was an Ophelia thing and sometimes she was just completely awful. At least the eleven year old didn't speak what she thought. Most of the time. There were those odd moments though when the blonde couldn't take it anymore and everything just shot out of her mouth. Anyway, class and professor.

"Hello professor." Reaching into her bag and grabbing her notebook, the brown eyed girl smiled at her teacher and got ready for class. If she couldn't be amazing at this, at least she could show respect or something, right?