Quin hesitated as his gaze locked on Charlie a moment before his attention was stolen away by one of his students tugging on his hand, pulling his attention back to his class. With a smile he pocketed his phone and refocused his attention on his class.<br/><br/>The door from the gym opened a short way from where Charlie and his friends were. Lester had just stepped out, he grinned a broad toothy grin as he looked out toward Quin before turning to his peers. He was wearing his gym uniform, clearly cutting class. His hair seemed to bristle slightly, tail twitching as the three sharp prongs on the end flexed as he walked toward the trio.<br/><br/>“I hear you’re making things difficult on poor ‘Tilde.” Lester drawled in his pompous, cocky tone.