waitwut?

Cam, from all the madness and chaoticness heard something about a plan to get the key. PFFT he was always up for this type of adventure, that is, if flying grindylows wouldn't hit him at the back of the head anymore. "Cyyyyyyy, stopstopSTOP," he told the first year, hands still holding on to the back of the broom. Getting the key. Seemed FUN. He was OBVIOUSLY not going to miss a chance like this.

WAITWUT?! ANNA, did she--she was NOT going in that room. Nope siireee, not on his watch. What if she died? NUDEATHS. But... sigh. "Whhhhhy not cast some sort of a Bedazzling Hex on yourseeeeelf?" he shouted towards the direction of the plaaanning people.

Eh? Peruvian Darkness powder? Bleh. Cam was about to ask Cy if he had some--he was a WITNESS. S'right. Seen that boy spill prank tools from his own bag. But... er... bleh, seemed someone already had some. Now wasn't that just down right odd?