Spike strolled down to the edge of the forest, hands shoved in his robe pockets. He wasn't sure what to make of today's lesson - because despite it being for one of his worse subjects, it seemed they might be getting to go in the Forbidden Forest. And that was COOL. Because, if they weren't going IN it, what was the point of coming all the way down here in the cold, late at night. Hmm?

"Evening, Professor," Spike greeted, with his usual crooked smile. He joined the line, wondering how many students had their own pygmy puffs with them. He'd been tempted to 'acquire' Indy's pink furball, but had thought better of it. Charms usually meant spells, and the Little Hutchinson would NOT be happy if he managed to do irreversible damage to whatever that thing was called.