Silvia had just gotten back to her seat when Roro decided it would be fun to splash everyone with baby oil. The front of Silvia's clothes were now almost soaked with it. Well, at least it was only baby oil and not something like mud, although oil would be the more dangerous of the two if Roro knew how to breath fire. She looked towards the professor, wondering if he would do something or if a simple cleaning spell would suffice.
But something happened. Professor Williamson froze up and collapsed onto the floor. NO! What was going on? First Professor Vindictus and now Professor Williamson. Were the two incidents connected? Silvia had a feeling that they were; after all, what were the chances? Her Head of House might be a bit old, but Williamson was still pretty young and seemed healthy.
She stood up from her seat. What were they going to do? Luckily it seemed the Gryffindor Prefect took charge. Good. Silvia was good at remaining calm, but she wasn't normally the take-charge type; not to mention she was only a second year and should probably leave the older students to take responsibility. But she would help if she could.
Taking the few steps from her second row seat towards the front she said, "I can help if you need me to do something." Silvia made sure to stand aside as several professors arrived at the scene. She looked back and forth between the fallen professor and the baby dragon. The nurse probably would rather not have curious little students crowding in, so she guessed she would just have to help the other students with Roro, unless someone asked her to do differently. Taking a cue from some of the other students, she began to hum softly.
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