When Professor Vinteren told them all to get up and stand behind him with their wands drawn, Dylan did not hesitate to listen. The older man actually looked shook...and that was weird for the Captain. He'd never seen that happen this term...Whenever he'd laid eyes on him, the man had always appeared cool, calm, and collected.

Was he.....scared?

Springing to his feet, Dylan ran...tugging his wand from it holster as he did so and getting behind the Professor. See? He was totally listening...Was he allowed to cast a Patronus now? He kinda didn't want to, if he were being honest. They'd eaten it last time...and really, that had been scary to him...A patronus wasn't a protection anymore...it was a meal. "Professor..." Dylan spoke in low, quick tones. "...I've seen them eat patronuses...." Was casting a bunch of them now REALLY that smart...?

Either way, though...

Breathing...Thinking about the Quidditch cup...and the win...and what it felt like to finally beat Alec Summers, the czar or Quidditch...More breathing and focus...Needed to produce a good one...BREATHING....

"Expecto Patronum!" Seeing as he'd had to cast it to so much this term...the Captain was kinda becoming a boss at it...The Raven burst from his wand and joined Professor Vinteren's hippogriffs. Dylan thought, momentarily of course, that a hippogriff said a lot of the Professor...but now wasn't the time to analyse it too much...