She'd nearly fallen out of her chair when she heard a boy yell out for help. Never a dull moment at Hogwarts. Honestly, how was anyone ever meant to get a spell right around here? She turned to see what was going on, noting an older Hufflepuff seemed to be the cause for the boy's concern and well, she didn't LOOK like she was dying or anything. That was good news considering how often Hufflepuffs got the short end of the stick where surviving was concerned. Not HER Hufflepuffs, but some others. Taking a moment to send some good, positive vibes the older girl's way, Junia nodded and went back to her work.

Black fur. Silky black fur. Beautiful silky black fur.

Her mind was focused, her wand was ready, she could do this.

Maybe.

"Mutare Pellem!"

...Nothing. Not even a strand of fur. Merlin.