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BanaBatGirl And look, there was one half-strangled example right there. Bunz blinked owlishly at Jake's first answer but before she had a chance to puzzle it out all the way, he was back to his usual stuttering self.
"You can control panic, Jake," she tried to explain in a quiet tone, unless you happened to be afraid of ghosts, because that was the obvious exception to the rule, "but I don't think you will be able to learn that lesson from me."
She sighed and stared down at whoever's wand this was while a few more students ratttled off answers.
"Yes, yes, points to all who answered intelligently. Plants do have feelings. And they will get offended and defend themselves if you flail about and lose your cool."
Bunbury walked to the side of the desks where the usual jungle of plants began. "Now, I would like to offer you an opportunity to observe a larger quantity of Devil's Snare and test yourself against it if you think you have the nerve AND the composure."
She stuck her nose up slightly and stared around at them all. "As you might have noticed between the two samples from earlier, some varieties of Devil's Snare are more tame and smooth. The older, more archaic and powerful varieties may be rougher and a bit prickly. I happen to have a very rare, most ancient and noble specimen in the back should you care to observe the plant."
And thus the professor turned on her heel and led the way to the darkest, most shady and shifty corner of the greenhouse where the mass of vine rested, almost untouched since its last encounter with a student.
"No you
can't. Look it up. You can't," Jake replied, as quietly as he could so that Bunz could still hear. "We'll see..."
You just can't.
As the woman led the way to the back of the greenhouse, Jake froze, hovering somewhere between the odd Jake and the normalish Jake, before following on. He stopped by the tub of wands for a few seconds before plunging his hand in and grabbing hold of his own wand (because you just KNOW which one is yours) and shoving it back into his pocket, keeping one hand on it.
Pushing his way to the front, Jake stood quietly and stared at the plant, starting to shake a little. He made up his mind... if that thing came ANYWHERE near him, he'd blast it to Nuremburg.