Amur just STARED at the kid. Did she know a drying spell? A huff left her lips in something like a horse snort.

"Of course I do. But only if you get your soggy butt OFF the table." Was he TRYING to get Flamsteed to come over here faster? Cause nothing said 'continuing rebellion' like standing on top of a table.

And frankly, SHE wanted to sit down too and be out of eye-firing range of the Professors. But she couldn't until Blaise did.

She tugged again. She TRIED to keep the smallest smile that echoed his smile from her face. Right tart brat he was. Come ON.

"Might know a disillusionment spell too." Extra incentive? Hiding fugitives? Saving Private Blaise? He could call it what he liked.