Charms 7.4

[Leon Snow]

Larry, the dummy of the day, was act as a illusion to be a human being. Why not use a boggart? Well, Larry was a little more safer. The deal was when Larry was going to be cursed, he would forget what everything happened to him. To see the whole lesson, you would just have to see. This lesson was going to be dangerous, and Professor Snow was going to be there anyways to keep supervision. No, no one will use this spell on the dummy. Professor Snow was not sure if the school board would let that happen.

He sat down, waiting for the seventh years. They would not want to miss on this.

[dragos]

Yet again, the first one in the room. This was starting to worry Dragos. He was usually the one sneaking in after the lesson had started, but these days, he was first one there. It freaked him out. Still, he came into the class and nodded and "hello" at the professor and took a quick look at...whatever else that was in the room. For a moment, he was going to ask, but then thought against it. Instead, the Croatian boy just took a seat and waited.

[Leon Snow]

"Dragos...." he said as he got up. "It seems your the only one in here and you seem your the only one going to learn this lesson," he said. He got his wand ready. "Are you ready to learn this charm? Because this charm is something I dare not for you to do in the future to anybody unless necessary, you understand?" he said to him in a very serious tone. This lesson was not going to be pretty nor the greatest. But learning this charm will make sure you know what will happen if someone trys to do it to you.

[deanq]

Peeves. Was going. To die. It wasn't the most pleasant thought that had ever passed through Dean's mind, but this was the one he chose at the given time. He had been on his way to his charms lesson on the fifth floor when BAM. He attacked. Right outside of the doorway, old Peeves had caught him. There was no where to go but inside the room, but the old poltergeist had to have a say in it first.

He could have dealt with the rhaspberry's, the chewed gum thrown at him, maybe even the water bombs. But paint was going too far. Paint bombs, yes. Dean was livid as he walked into the classroom and closed to door behind him. He refrained from slamming it, thinking Professor Snow would now appreciate him being late and damaging school property. He came in right as Snow said, you understand? Dean wondered what it was Dragos was supposed to be understanding. He shoved the thought aside and launched into his apology and excuse. " Sorry for being late Professor. Peeves... threw paint at me. " It was true, Dean was splattered in green and pink paint. The green he could have dealt with, but pink? That was just cruel.

Dean pulled his wand out of his bag, ready to perform a cleaning spell on himself.