Quickly glancing at the Professor as he spoke, then back at Hady when she suggested a spell, the steps whipping around finally caught up with Gregoire's head. This whole mess was making the boy extremely nauseous. Almost like he was about to- about to- Running to the ledge, the French fourth year vomited off the side of it from both the sight, and the faint smell, of the blood with the combination of the rapidly moving steps. That combination finally caught up to his stomach, making a bunch of bile and some undigested food from lunch spew out.

Gripping onto the ledge while his knuckles turned white, arching his back slightly and turning his body a little so that way he wouldn't fall. Wiping the excess throw-up off of his mouth, the Slytherin nodded in agreement with his fellow Snake. "We could try impedimenta, but that would only be temporary. We could always try 'Aresto Momentum' because it would last longer, WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAH!-" Slam! Crash, the Frenchie was back on his butt again. "-AND it can be cast on multiple targets. Or maybe even GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH WOOOAH!" Screamed the blue eyed male as he went flying again. "-We could possibly try finite incantatum! Since this is a magical effect causing the stairs to move!" He called back up to the Professor.

Gazing around the room, Gregoire's head started to hurt. Grrrr. Curse his ability to easily get headaches and or migraines. This was terrible. Why did the boy always find himself in some sort of trouble! There was the feast, when he fought with the Ravenclaw third year, Austin. Next at the swamp when it started to overflow. Now it was here on the stairs. What next!? Would the portraits now be able to walk out of their frames and start hitting people!? Gaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!