"Diffindo?" Varius stopped pulling his Ravenclaw 'other half'. "What the hell is a diffindo?" He couldn't remember learning anything about it in class and afterall, he was only a second year. "You do a diffin..."

But at that moment Plymouth had started raiding his pockets! "What are you doing!?" Varius complained, feeling as if his privacy was being stripped away. Well! He wasn't going to be the only one! So, in true-like Varius fashion, he shoved his hand in Plymouth's pocket, "SEE! Tis not so nice people looking through your stuff!"

Come to think of it, Varius couldn't remember what he did have in his pockets. Probably some carrots or something... nothing too significant, he was sure. Some stones, for certain.