 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary had about a second more to take a good look at the plant, taking in the tendrils and vines, before it stole his quill and before it started trying to snag him. What a rude plant! He wasn’t panicking because already the little Slytherin had identified the offending flora: Devil’s Snare. Thank you for the earlier descriptions, professor.
With interest, Ary watched as the plant coiled itself along a hand of his. It was sort of fascinating how it wound around his hand like that, but he hadn’t a death wish so he started to relax his hand’s muscles while raising his wand. “Flammae Caeruleum.” With confidence, his wand was pointed to the Devil’s Snare. In no time, there was a small Bluebell Flame was conjured.
That ought to do the trick. |