Standing in the corner, perfectly shrouded from view by a disillusionment charm, Professor Kazimeriz watched silently.

His eyes narrowed as he heard the DADA professor's comment. So now he is targeting Miss Toussaint, too. Predictable, Lawson. A little too predictable. He listened as Lawson discounted the boy's ability to perform nonverbals, trying to take umbrage with that as well... though in his heart of hearts he knew that the boy WAS too young for success in such spellwork unless in a moment of extreme stress. Still... It was Lawson saying it, and in his stubbornness he refused to agree with the man on any level. He leaned on his cane, silent and as unnoticed as the proverbial fly on the wall.

Watching. Waiting. Contemplating.