Location: Wandlore Class<br/><br/>Though Charlie seemed in a good mood, which was pretty standard for him, the same could not be said for Kenneth.  He had never been much a fan of Charlie Mullins, whether it was his half-blood status, his fondness for Quidditch, his less than passionate drive for knowledge, or a combination of the three, proximity to his fellow Ravenclaw pretty much always caused a bit of a bristle from Kenneth.  Charlie knew this, and occasionally took enjoyment from plopping down plopping down right next to the intimidating fourth year.<br/><br/>Professor Hall continued scanning a few other papers, tapping them all with his wand afterward and placing them on a pile on his desk.  Serena, Abraham, Jack and Ethan all had their papers looked over quietly.  Randolph Carter's, on the other hand, warranted a second read.  "Your quill, Mr. Carter" said Professor Hall, holding out his hand.  Randolph did so, and Professor Hall murmured an incantation.  Nothing appeared to happen.  "A moment, class."  With an irritable expression on his face, Professor Hall walked back to his desk, opening one of the drawers, and withdrew an ebony wand.  Sterling leaned over to Daria, an expression of suspense on her face.  "What do you think he's doing?" she asked.<br/><br/>Setting his previous wand on the desk, Professor Hall appeared to concentrate rather determinedly, murmuring what sounded like the same incantation.  Nothing happened.  He let out a brisk sigh, his mouth once again chewing some phantom morsel as he returned Randolph's quill.  "All three are correct, Mr. Carter.  Three points to Ravenclaw."  Randolph said nothing, and Professor Hall offered no further explanation as he silently placed the ebony wand back in his desk drawer, once again wielding the previous one.  Charlie, on the other hand, laughed his ass off.  "His answers were so perfect he thought it was an Auto Answer Quill!"  Professor Hall bristled at this, the chewing motion becoming somewhat more pronounced, but said nothing for a moment, his eyes darting around the class.  "That will be enough.  Everyone, take out your wands and place them on your desk."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Location: Astronomy Class<br/><br/>"Mr. Brancoveanu" replied Professor Sinistra.  It seemed for a moment there was a thin smile along with her greeting.<br/><br/>In a couple of minutes John Motte made his way in along with other students from various Houses.  He sat down across from Lucas, throwing out a quick glance to Melinda.  "Did your team captain fail out of Astronomy?"  Melinda pursed her lips slightly before answering.  "No, he just chose not to take this class this year.  He doesn't need his NEWT in Astronomy.  Don't worry, he'll be there for our first match."