 Post #1 be curious, not judgmental
...Oh sweet Merlin.
As she finished up with her dummy and decided to wait for further instructions - she'd done what she'd been asked to do, and that's all she cared about - Flamsteed took over class, and... as he did so, she realized... people were... growing hair. All over. Fairly rapidly. It was actually a slightly funny sight, but it was more alarming than anything and had her checking her arms and hands for excessive hair, too.
But none came. And soon enough, the majority of the class looked like hairy beasts, and she did not. Notable was that Tobes didn't either... but Dot had hair and so did AJ, so it wasn't the troublemakers who were spared. And then Flamsteed explained it and her MOUTH DROPPED and she turned to look accusingly at Culloden - HE had been in on giving people tainted cookies, hadn't he? And he hadn't even WARNED her or tried to get her to not do it - he was going to LET HER TURN INTO A WEREWOLF WITH THE REST OF THEM. But... in a roundabout way, Flamsteed had looked out for her, hadn't he? Maybe he yelled at her in the FIRST PLACE because he knew it would kill both her spirit AND Tobes' spirits, and then they wouldn't want the cookies. So maybe that had been entirely strategic on the Astronomy professor's part. Maybe he wanted his favorite students to feel too bad about themselves to eat the cookies so they'd be on the trapper side with him.
For the first time since she was tickling Tobes, Sophie Brown smiled.
But the fact of the matter was that everyone WAS a werewolf except for a handful of them since Flamsteed hadn't made enough people want to cry today, and the trappers were severely outnumbered. As the mist began to thicken while instructions were being given, Sophie dropped straight down to the floor on her hands and knees, made a beeline for the door while she could still see it, and continued crawling with her bag of pop rocks that way until she reached the door at which point she sat on her bum right beside the doorway, her back against the wall. This way, if she got ambushed, she could leave. And by being curled up on the floor hiding in the mist, that was the best way to stay out of sight from the werewolves - how many of them would really be looking on the floor against a wall? - and help people back to normal as a sneak-attack. They'd be appreciative, surely, Sophie thought, for when Flamsteed announced it was GAME ON, growls and snarls and inhuman noises were happening all over the place. They probably didn't like that at all, did they?
This was kind of a cruel game.
And as it began, she heard Flamsteed's shrieks, though she couldn't see him anywhere. She couldn't see anyone through the mist, actually, only faint outlines of bodies as people ran around throughout the center of the room. She could hear Culloden and the occasional casting of the spell from another trapper, but for the most part, it sounded very much like she was in a zoo - a pen full of wolves. It was actually pretty unnerving, especially combined with the grey haze in the room.
Strategic was her approach, though, as she only had to watch for people coming to her from the front, as her back was against the wall. And the pseudo!werewolves would have to crouch to touch her in her sitting position, too, which would buy her more time to shoot her spell at anyone who tried to turn her into a werewolf.
So there she was. Curled up on the floor by the wall, just watching and listening and taking it all in. She didn't care much for being a werewolf today, so she hoped her fellow trappers in higher spirits would make this activity end a little faster, but she kept her wand in one hand and her bag of pop rocks in the other just in case she needed to take some initiative if anyone walked too close to her.
She hoped Tobes was okay.
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