 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Oliver had his eyes back on the butterfly which was staying put on the desk but was insisting on flapping it's raven sized wing span about. Urrrh. He shuddered.
He felt nauseous as he looked over at the older Slytherin girl who looked almost as horrified by the monster butterfly as he felt. He swallowed and nodded. That would probably work. He was about to try it out when the professor spoke up. An award? But. But – the beast was still looking at him and she wanted him to leave it!? “Um.. t-thank you, Professor?” He said in a confused, questioning tone. The coupon floated onto the desk and landed right next to the butterfly... so Oliver decided to just leave it there for now. Whatever it was, and backed away a little more from the butterfly.
He sighed and slumped into his seat only for the butterfly to decide to take off at that minute. It flapped it's way to the window and began to thrash about against the glass in a blind panic as if trying to get out. Oh god. Oliver's skin covered in goosebumps and he was sure he was going to be sick. This was worse than that Dark Arts class.
He took that as his cue to go and work at the other side of the classroom. He grabbed his bag and quickly moved away from the massive panicked flailing butterfly.
“T-they don't eat, professor. They drink with that preposterous...” Eh? Nope.. that wasn't right.. He frowned. “I mean that proboscis thing on their face. They gather nutrients from fruit and flowers.” He eyed his butterfly at the other side of the room. He was sure that monster must eat meat. ..or people. Eeep.
Not sure he wanted to try again... yet. Oliver sat and looked around the class to see how everyone was doing. He spotted Miranda who was busy conjuring normal sized red and black butterflies. Eh. He so much for simple magic. Perhaps it was because he used an Italian accent. Papilio. PAPILIO – how could you say that WITHOUT an Italian accent?
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