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Cedric 
Well.
This would be entertaining.
Sam watched the scene unfold before him: Brent falling victim to a rather ungraceful wipe-out, and the other boy getting all Ravenclaw about figuring out what it was instead of stopping what had just pelted him in the face. The Gryffindor couldn't help but chuckle to himself.
But now he was getting some accusatory looks, so he scooped Taco up and slipped him into his pocket before approaching his schoolmates.
"Spell practice gone awry," Sam explained with economy. He smiled. "I'd hate to see what might happen to you lot when something more dangerous than charmed ink comes your way." What, with their reactions. [/COLOR]
Brent frowned. Defense Against the Dark Arts was supposed to be his best subject. The Gryffindor boy wasn't a dark wizard or anything like that, but just the fact that Brent was caught off guard with defending himself didn't exactly make him look good.
"It's alright, man. Now that I'm back on my feet and know what happened, it is kind of funny. We should do more of that kind of thing on purpose," he said with a laugh. It seemed like a good way to find something to get into that they weren't supposed to be doing.
"So what exactly were you trying to do?" he asked. He was really curious what kind of spell turned into what he'd just seen.