Anila was gazing at her newt, trying to figure out how to seperate the tail, when the newt bounced up and hit her in the face. It wasn't just the newt, most of the things on the table were askew.

She hazarded a glance under the table to find Nadia the culprit. "Nadia. Why are you under my desk?" she asked quietly, tilting her head in wonder. She looked up at Jaren. "Are you gonna help fix her?" she asked, blinking.

Confused, Anila began plucking newt-gunk off her face.

Nadia wobbled to the side again and hitting yet another desk with her hit, grabbing onto it for a second and groaning. Maybe she should go tend herself. But, Hospital Wing, only for this minor injury? "Right."

She took Jaren's hand to help try straighten herself up, then wobbled again and bounced on Jaren. "Ah, my knight in silver armour," she blabbed, looking up at the poor Prefect, her expression much alike that when tipsy on butterbeer that one time. This seemed to have made something to her balance over all. Only by looking at the floor, it looked like she might fall face first. In fact...

Seconds before actually falling, she grabbed Jaren by the arm and leaning in, whispered, "Get me out of here," eyes screwed shut.

Slinging one of Nadia's arms over his shouder so he could prop her up into a more-or-less walking (and not look like she was about to snog his face off...) position, Jaren started towards the Hospital Wing. Even if Nadia wanted nothing done with her head, maybe she could lie down on those beds. He wasn't allowed in the Girl's Dormitory anyways.


ooc: To the Hospital Wing we go.

ooc: Thanks for clearing that one out :shifty:

Nadia let herself be dragged away, an inner battle ocurring at her head between two part of her consciouness. One which, after waving goodbye to Anila, considered and started waving back at other people as well like she was some kind of celebrity or the queen of England in a presentation. The other more sane part of her brain stopped the first before she waved her hand at the second first year, sighed not believing what she was doing, then let her head rest on the shoulder of the Prefect dragging her.

Ozzy labled his jars with his name and packed up before he left the class.

Linnea gave a small curtsey, a habit left over from break. "Linnea, Sir, Linnea West." She replied. She put her bag back on her chair and put several jars onto a tray.

"Where would you like them, Professor?" She asked him

Noel watched Jaren take poor Nadia to the Hospital Wing, she wondered if how Professor Braxton may be feeling right now. She gathered her things, labeled her vial and left it on the table to be graded. She walked toward the doorway and said, "Thank you professor," cordially with a large smile before hurrying out.

She followed him and placed her tray in the area he designated. She made several trips and always made sure that she had the names of the student's facing out so that they were easy to see and read.

After clearing the jars she turned back to Braxton, "Is there anything else I can do for you, Professor?"