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"Finish scooping out my pumpkin for me? I'll owe you...whatever you want for it," he said a bit hurriedly as he set his spoon across the open top of his pumpkin. Giving Zoryn a quick BE RIGHT BACK sort of look, the fourth year hopped off his stool and walked over to where Amanda was working with Emmalyn and was juuuuuust about to offer himself to help with Incendio (which he was decent with) but Daisy beat him to it. So he offered her an appreciative grin and shifted his attention back to Amanda when she mentioned something about...er...well he had no idea what that was (muggle medicine?) but he DID see her discomfort. "You alright?" he asked, concern knitted into his brow as he rested a hand on her shoulder. "Reckon we ought to go wash your hands real good......come on," he added with a soft smile, nodding his way over towards the sink.

Night thanked Derf for helping her deal with the pumpkin allergy. Of course nobody would know what Benedryl was, but Night was grateful for the help she did get.

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While still keeping her hand up in the air, Emmalyn graciously took the band-aid from Night, unwrapped it, and placed it on her finger without taking a look. "I really don't like blood. Even if it's just a tiny bit." She shook her head as she spoke. "Thanks for the band-aid. I should keep some in my bag."

Emmalyn slid her mostly chopped bulb over for Night to finish. It was probably best she didn't pick up the knife again. "I'm happy to start grinding your moths while you chop." She reached over and started grinding away. That was the part that took forever and she didn't need to worry about chopping off any body parts while doing it.

Pumpkins, moths, blood....if Night had known potions was going to be so gross and allergy-inducing, she wouldn't have taken the class. At least Emmalyn was starting on her moths. She liked the reciprocal relationship she had with her fellow Hufflepuff.

But she was stuck here now. "Jerk," she muttered under her breath, not intending for the professor to hear, because she really didn't want to face drama, but not altogether shy of making her voice heard either.

She thought about that kid Ronan, the one who had the lethal pumpkin allergy. If she had had so much trouble, what would his process have been like? She made her way over to him, impressed by his snarky response. "Hey. I'm Night. I'm allergic to the pumpkin too, or at least I think I am. And those dragon hide gloves didn't do much for me, either. I'm sorry about the way Noble treated you."

But he had just recovered from a faint, and she felt bad. Her allergy must not have been as severe as his, or she caught it in time. She was honestly pretty mad about his situation, and the teacher who hadn't believed him when he used the key word "lethal."