Blinking back at the Professor's response...Dylan felt...lost. Hadn't he said why? To make the skin look healthier, right? Yea, it had been a guess...An excellent guess, it seemed...but he had offered something...

...And why did she keep talking about vitamin D? Where plimpies simply rich in it? Like milk?...

The Slytherin was suddenly struck with the image of someone puree'ing plimpy parts and drinking it...like they would milk...Sweet Merlin, the things he thought about sometimes...

...And now some kid just fell out. A Hufflepuff...and then another...

Okay, Dylan liked to think he was pretty good with weird...but things in this class were getting a little...too much for him. His wonderfully awesome Head of House was acting irritable and frustrated, which wasn't too out of her ordinary, mind you...but on top of that, she had apparently damaged her hearing. She wasn't understanding their answers clearly or something.

Maybe the Professor...needed a few minutes break?

...And why had those two boys...fell out? Eyeing the scene for a moment, Dylan sighed.

Seriously. Just get up, guy. We have stuff to learn...and the good Professor obviously needs a few moments to gather herself...