Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

[COLOR="#7D5711"]It hadn't escaped his notice how some looked to the door when it closed. Even now some still spared a glance in the direction it used to be.

So long as they weren't screaming or otherwise creating unnecessary disruption. It was like he'd said in his rules, he was in charge of the situation and they didn't have to worry. The subject dealt with the dark arts. It wasn't going to be sunshine and daisies but it wouldn't be outright dangerous either.

That was what the real world was for.

With the last reply covered, the Headmaster looked to the elf again. The untrustworthy elf. The elf who lost THREE shopping lists and was no longer allowed to do more than one task at a time. It meant seeing a lot more of the elf but Circe knew it was the only way to make sure he actually GOT things done.

"No, Toddles is not done." He replied firmly, still sore the elf had spent the Hogwarts funds on three separate occasions and could not fully account for them. "I'll check the armour gallery later but I'd like you to get on the owlery with Nimma and Algamus."

He looked to the class again. "Moving on!" No need to keep standing around here. This wasn't where they needed to be. "Everyone, follow me. Watch your step, don't dilly dally, we've got places to be. I'm sure it hasn't escaped any of you that I'm the only one currently in possession of any form of light. Keep your wands in their holsters, reholster them if you've drawn them. I don't want to see a single illumination charm cast. That entirely defeats the purpose of this little exercise." The light was bright enough that it travelled some distance. Even if they couldn't see him, they could still very much see him.

"Follow not only the light, but the sound of my voice." Were they clear? "When I've stopped talking, it will be especially important to pay attention to this light, my light."

With that, the man began to move through the bog. The immediate area had bushes, low hanging branches, muddy soil and the occasional over grown root. So long as they were cautious, they would be fine. "Quick recap while we walk." He said, carefully moving through the terrain. It was very important that they followed his instructions because he'd turned his back to them in order to see the path ahead. "Plenty of dangers in bogs. Magical creatures. Magical plants. Regular, predatory creatures. Bugs. The terrain itself. There were quite a few suggestions...and a few consequences. That being said, I'd like to discourage everyone from tripping and breaking your neck. Similarly, I wouldn't recommend falling onto a jagged rock. If you don't die, it doesn't break the rules but....still painful and you'll miss the fun stuff." He covered a few of the answers touched on while he walked, occasionally pausing to ensure they were still going the right way--inconvenient for anyone walking too close to him.

"A few of you mentioned hinkypunks, and in case it isn't by this point obvious that they'll be the focus of this lesson, they are. That said, what do you know about hinkypunks? Or, you can tell me what actions you would take if you found yourself travelling through an area like this with several lanterns leading off in different directions." They could answer both if they wanted to, but he'd appreciate them answering even one.