Diane seemed to be the only one still sitting straight in her chair, not a flinch at the professor screaming, not a jump. It was as if it was something expected. Her face remained on the professor's transformation, but half her mind seemed elsewhere. She watched from the growing dislocation of the jaw or the contorting hands turning beast-like, to the expansion of the chest and back, ripping the lady's robes on the way. The dark brown fur had taken the whole of her body in no time. It was there. That was the shape of a werewolf. And all Diane did was calmly stare at her changed form from her chair.

Soon, she saw from the corner of her eyes how it happened, the blue-uniformed first year. She was still impassive, still looking as if it was all a matter of course. She even remained silent and still when the cage bursted open and the werewolf rummaged through the hall. Students began filling out, and then fleeting out. The werewolf was heading for the first years such as herself. It was levitated. It was put to sleep.

By that time, there was no one in Diane's chair.

"Wait a minute, I am going. With.... Professor Kazimeriz and Alessia," Anastasia declared suddenly. She'd done her duty and shooed the students from the Hall, now no way was she being left with them when a half-rabid werewolf was around. Besides, she could pay her no-good brother a visit at the wizarding hospital... give those interns something real to study.

It was all so exciting to Annie. And dangerous. AND it was Alessia Lupa that had done it all.... mwahaha this was juicy, almost as juicy and and bloody and all torn up as the Headmaster was now...

She couldn't look at the injured man. Nor could she look at the nurse intern... absolutely dripping with his blood and not complaining a bit. Shuddder. This was why plants pwned people: no guts. Just roots and weeds and dirt and mold, but that she could handle. She could handle a werewolf too, or at least a subdued one she thought.

"So, let's go, yeah," Bunbury shook her head of the disturbing bloody Bontecou. She promptly turned, wand out, and followed Kazimeriz out of the hall. He couldn't be watched too closely, not after the mysterious phials and the potion messing up...

Caroline didn't really care who was going where. She knew where she was going and what she had to do when she got there.

Well mostly she didn't care.

"I'm going with Bontecou; Ethan is coming with me," that's all she had to say on the matter.

And Masterson was welcome, she trusted them both to trust her.

Caroline held firmly to Bontecou and grasped the end of the serving spoon.

She was ready. She hoped.

Ethan shrugged and grabbed the spoon. Once Masterson had grabbed hold, there was a moment or two while the portkey counted down to a time activated port and they disappeared from the great hall with Bontecou in tow.