Antonio was walking in the hallway when he noticed a few Ravenclaw students, a boy and a girl. He recognized both of them as being very good students, and they were both wearing the special DADA badge, he noticed. He wondered how prepared they were going to be for the special mission Professor Kazimirez had requested as he took out his wand and pointed it at the duo, speaking the word "Rictusempra". Would they protect themselves, or would they succumb to uncontrollable laughter?

Eeeeep! Celandine suddenly found herself on the ground and hearing the words distract him, She complied; jumping up and wrapping her arms around Professor Dumont in a hug before diving between his legs and giggling like a half-crazed, half-yes-Cela-you-are-coming-down-with-something loon.

She had the presence of mind to pull her wand, but probably wouldn't do so well with defending herself until she'd been to the infirmary. It was all on Copernicus.

Her...

...Hero?

Antonio looked down and realized the mistake he had made in ambushing Celandine just then. "Oh my, are you feeling all right?", he asked. "I apologize for that sneak attack, I was trying to help keep you students on your toes, but perhaps the timing was a bit off. Do you need help getting her to the infirmary?", he asked the male, Copernicus.

"You are very nice, Professor." Celandine told him, leaning against the wall.

"No, you should hex Copernicus. I want to see his shield." Cela leaned over slightly and peeked around the professor at Cope.

"Do you think so?", asked Antonio. He really was feeling a little concerned, Celandine didn't appear to be well at all, but these two students were asking for a chance to defend against a hex so he had to oblige. In looking at the two of them, he came to a quick decision that Copernicus was probably able to defend himself better at the moment, as he seemed to be feeling better and he didn't want to throw a hex or jinx against someone who was ill, it wouldn't be fair. Using his wand again, he mumbled the twitchy ears hex at Copernicus, wondering again if he would protect himself by using the shield charm or allow himself to be hit. He hoped he would protect himself, he was beginning to feel a bit guilty about this entire exercise. He wasn't the type to hex students in the hall, but Professor Kazimeriz had wanted people to do this and he had agreed. Well, volunteered, really, so it was no one's fault but his own if he felt badly about it.

Antonio actually laughed as the spell hit him unexpectedly and his ears began to twitch. He knew that it was an accident and that the boy was mortified, but it had been his fault to begin with for sneaking up on these two and trying to ambush them when Celandine wasn't feeling well. "Good job!", he told Copernicus. "I hope the two of you have a nice evening. See you both in class." With that he turned and left the pair on their own, this whole thing had been just a bit - er - embarrassing.

"I just decided to tell you that if you hurt her in any way, shape or form that your likely to get an earful from me. And maybe a bit more than that." Melanie informed him, dead serious the entire time. "Last time I saw her was in the common room." she said, a friendly smile appearing on her face, as if she hadn't said the first part at all.

"Better." Cela agreed, "Am I steaming?" Cela lifted her hair up to reveal her ears and arched her neck this way and that. Tee hee! Steaming ears!

"Tickles a little." Celandine agreed, tilting her head to bump Cope's wrist, "But I feel good!" Cela grinned at him, "You know how good? Like candy good. And tree-climbing good, and researching good, and homework good!"

"Of course it isn't hard." Cela told him. His hand was quite warm, she noticed, and in particular; it wasn't as if she was used to someone putting their hand on her neck. Except like... her brother when she'd done something naughty and he was leading her away from the scene of whatever crime it was. This was a whole bunch nicer though.

"I can show you." She told him, "I used to climb trees with Garret." her face clouded a little, "But I bet you'd be really good at it."

"I'm really good at the levitation charm, and I'm working on my cushioning charms so it would be good practice if you did fall." Celandine told him, delivering an equally solemn nod. She blinked at the wink and tentatively winked back.

"Okay and I'll give you your gift later because, well I dont have it on me now and it might break if you drop it from the tree." Cela shifted from foot to foot and grinned up at Copernicus, "Hey, Cope? Race you!" She turned on her heel and darted down the corridor.

Willow smelled nice and after his encounter with her, Cam was on some sort of a girl hunt to see which had the best shampoo. Which girl smelled better than lemon and jasmine though? He had tons of those shampoo bottles so he wanted to go slow and slow so that he'd still have the time to get some girl to lend him their shampoo. He started with the third floor and would probably transition up to the upper floors until he found the perfect girl. The girl that smelled like candy and sweets. Maybe even the girl who smelled like something else that smelled nice. Like tangerine-scented shampoos.

He wondered if the professors had shampoos that smelled twice as nice as the students. Bleh, he'd just have to wait and see. That was the cruel part of the world, when you didn't have super powers that allowed you to see what people smelled like.

I think I'm the most nice-smelling boy in this whole entire school. Yeah, that's right!

Flicking his hair, he smelled the nice scent of lemon and jasmine, Willow's shampoo. HE LOVED THIS! Starting to skip across the corridor to go up to the next floor, he smelled something.

Cinnamon.

Cam took steps back and the more steps he took back, the more he smelled it. It was a girl, he was certain that it was a girl. Now standing before him was this Slytherin girl, she looked to be about Willow's age. Not knowing what to say and everything, he just reached out to poke her nose.

"You smell real nice, lady."

Ahhh. Mere perfection was hardly the word to describe how beautiful her hair was. Truly. Evolette was sure that if she could marry herself legally, she probably would.

She closed the mirror with a loud snap, and placed it back into her pocket, reaching down to pick up her bag and carry on along her way.

When.... someone poked her nose.

Blinking, Evolette turned her cool blue eyes on a boy. He looked younger than her, age she wasn't quite certain of, but she knew that she'd never seen him around before.

"Thank you." she said, when he told her that she smelled nice. She was certain had this boy been older, her scent would have affected him another way, which, was mostly the reason she liked smelling like cinnamon.

"You do too actually." she added, she couldn't quite place the smell, but it wasn't the normal little boy smell of dirt and sweat, it was... clean and sort of girly.

"Thanks, I got it from Willow. I dunno if ya know her though."

To Cam, the girl was pretty and her hair made her look even more prettier. Oh wait, he shouldn't have said that. He was indeed a believer of cooties and it was illegal to say that, it sounded wrong to him that he would think a girl was pretty. Hehe. Well there were a few girls he thought was pretty and couldn't really stop from liking them, but like this one, they were way too old for him.

Sad sad sad.

And cinnamon, oh the sweet smell of cinnamon. It reminded him that he didn't eat much at the Great Hall or else he would've been late for classes and this girl certainly made him super hungry. The sound of his stomach grumbling came up, and he basically punched his own stomach in front of the girl's eyes.

It was a very odd thing to do, but he couldn't resist his stomach making noises that sounded like someone abusing a goat. If this girl smelled like cinnamon, then--Idea. Idea. Idea. Animal instincts. They were starting, and his eyes just shined and his face turned into a face of a maniac.

Cam couldn't stop his intention to... bite the girl's hand to see if she tasted like cinnamon too. UGH. CAN'T. STOP. URGE. His mouth was already open and showed his almost white teeth in front of her. Now he looked like some nutcracker man, about to break something. Surely the girl would probably run away by now from this.

Yummy cinnamon. Think about the yummy cinnamon.

She. Probably. Tastes... He couldn't stop himself really, so he basically fell down on the floor and twitched his body now and then, he looked about a total freak just about now. But his mouth was still open though, he wanted some cinnamon. He wanted cinnamon NOW.