The head hurting didn't stop. If anything, it just intensified. There was yelling, silent yelling, some snakes, some people flailing about and a lot of stillness. Then there were two adults, with bubbles around their heads........

That did it for the fourth year. A giggle gurgled from her. They looked so strange. Like, could she just reach out and pop them please? She tried too. Problem was....pinky finger. It still wouldn't move. It still didn't want to move.

Her eyes swayed up to the Professors and she giggled again. Some of the smoke was clearing, which meant giggling was easier done. Why was she giggling? Well, because she knew that Professor Draper had told her he would train her in the art of jungle warfare. That was to say, in being a ninja. So, the only logical thing was to picture both him and the Moxinator in ninja garb. And, given their expressions, gestures and the bubbles around their heads, was a rather amusing thing to see.

But they were standing relatively close to the creepy woman, and the boy who was now out of the pot. When had that happened? Was this some magic unknown to students? Would they all get to try?

It was the moment that she tried raising her hand to ask such a foolish and suddenly forgotten question, that she found some of the motor skills had returned to her with the dissipation of the smoke.

About that time, the wrinkly lady decided to claim a piece of ear for a snack.

There was certainly enough motor function, and the faintest amount of clarity, to get sick right then and there on the spot. The pecking bird didn't matter, and the hag's sudden retreat from the lesson didn't even click.