... Next! Solo Finished

Clark grinned, in his hands, he held two buckets. One had dreadfully stinky and putrid brown dragon dung, so smelly that you could practically see the stink lines hovering over it. The other was filled with rotting tuna.

It was time to ruin the classroom, to get his free time. He sure as hell did not want to learn at all, nor sing along to anything- or become a back up dancer.

He wanted to grow carnivorous plants. He wanted to get his revenge on people who bothered to teach him things. It was their choice, and they're choosing to help someone who didn't want to learn or do anything at the moment.

He stormed into the Charms Classroom and kicked over the desks and chairs, running up and down the room, pouring dragon dung and rotten tuna all over the floors and the desks.

The next thing he did was head over to the books and tear up books, ripping them off the shelves and then throwing them all over the ground.

Withdrawing his wand, he looked around for the skeleton keys or perhaps something flammable, when he came across Zoe's desk, and delightfully mumbled the incantation to the spell Incendio.

And if Zoe were to walk into the mess, well, Clark was already hightailing it out of the room.