The third year Slytherin boy was kind of lingering. Something about being in the presence of this many flesh-eaters and dangerous plants fascinated him. A gaggle of younger years, which included lap-sitting Angel Valentine was lingering as well. Presumably, they could not stun the Snargaluff themselves or they would've been gone.

Cutty raised his wand in hand boredly before casting, "Immobulus!". He was about to turn to go but paused to ask a question of Bentley and let the girls pass before him.

"Professor?" He called amidst the demi-choas that comes toward the end of everyclass with students gathering their things, reassembling amongst their friends and the usual post-class reflective chatter. "Will a flesh-eating fir eat other flesh-eating firs?" Like, what does it get from one that it can't get for the other? Or was it like say, a vulture, which although not typically a hunter can and will if in enough need.