Austin's face had panic written all over it. Slytherin's noses were growing, and something was crawling up the legs of other students. This didn't seem like a class at all. Which, although gave him a lot of anxiety, didn't shock him at all.

After a few minutes of more panicked students, Austin realized he had to do something. Any Ravenclaw would use their wits to get a way out of here. But he wasn't any Ravenclaw. He was one who could create a potion, or bake a fantastic cake. And if DADA showed anything, it was that in the face of danger, Austin wasn't much help. So, instead of witting his way out of the seat, he sat there, panic stricken. Even after he heard the voices of adults, he felt his heart race. This really wasn't going to end well for someone.