The story was actually not too bad. At least, that's what she thought based on the little that she could remember. When the professor summarised the traits of the bubak and defence method - a patronus, ugh - she jotted down as much of it as possible. She also made sure to write "DADA Bubak" clearly on top of her page of notes, which would help to jog her memory during revision in the future. At the professor's words, she looked down at the flashlight she was holding (since when did she own a flashlight?) and noticed the number 8 on it. An even number, so she was a big bad bubak. She grinned and listened attentively to the rules, determined to remember them well.

After putting on her mask, she went into the cornfield excitedly, her arms outstretched like a scarecrow. It felt good to be the seeker and not the hider. The dark setting and what she just heard about the bubak would have been enough to frighten her enormously if she were a wanderer. Unfortunately, she was also a terrible bubak. She had walked through the field too confidently and quickly that she missed any wanderer who might have been hiding in plain sight. She now found herself at a corner of the room ... aha, there was someone here on the ground! Of course, she should have checked the edge of the field first, because kids are likely to hide there. She howled like a wolf for some reason and reached out to attempt to poke the person on the shoulder.