Toby still hadn't moved. This position, with his face buried in his folded arms, seemed like the safest possible position he could be in. He couldn't see anyone and no-one could see him. Or... no-one could see his face, at least, and considering he couldn't trust his face (his eyes in particular) not to give away his emotions, that was all he really needed. Honestly, if he stayed like this for long enough, he could pretend that nothing upsetting had happened. Of course, that only happened for as long as it took before there was an uncomfortable tug of guilt in his stomach which sent him tumbling back to sadness.

The dominant voice in the room changed from Culloden's to Dakest's, and in a completely subconscious move, Toby drew himself in even more, while his fidgeting feet moved faster still. He was SORT of listening... except not really. He acknowledged that words were happening, at least, and tried best to pay attention to them, but it was difficult. Probably he'd need to add THIS to his list of extra studying too. Find someone who had actually written all this down, maybe ask them to go through it with him or just borrow their notes. Go through the textbooks for all the subjects. Maybe visit the professors an-... no, okay, maybe not that. He'd catch up in his own way. Didn't really deserve for them to spare the time to help him out when it was his own fault he'd fallen behind.

Toby tuned back in in time to catch the tail end of the question, but he didn't make a move to answer, though he found himself wondering if Animalis Fidelis would work. It didn't matter that werewolves weren't technically completely creatures; hadn't Piers used the spell on Javy in that one lesson that felt like so long ago? The question really lay in whether the "dark" nature of the werewolf would allow it to work, if the spell was strong enough. He wanted to ask now, had made himself curious, but the need to keep himself to himself and to dissolve into the background of the lesson was a lot stronger. Toby simply hoped that someone else would raise the topic, so he didn't have to say it, but resolved to look it up if they didn't or go back and ask later when he didn't think he would burst into tears the moment he opened his mouth to speak. His head remained resolutely lowered.

Zhenya had just finished her last step when she heard a sneeze. It was such an awkwardly loud, then silencing sneeze, which was why she looked up, a few seats down. Oh, Merlin. Zhenya's eyes widened in shock. Any other time it may have been funny, but not now that cookie fragments had been sprayed into Benny's wolfsbane potion. Zhenya was quite sure she would had tipped the cauldron and contents over Professor Flamsteed if it had been her potion, rather than vanishing it. Zhenya was about to stand up and see if she could help him, when Professor Dakest started speaking. She didn't want to be rude to the Professor's portion of the class, so she stayed where she was, guiltily.

She listened about all the werewolves and had a think about how they could capture the werewolves. Assuming the werewolves had NOT taken their wolfsbane potion. Zhenya raised her hand, not agreeing with harmful capturing of animals, human or other. "Professor do the werewolves have animal instincts like..." don't get embarrassed Burton, "like mating instinct? If they did, the Ministry could try and lure them into an animal friendly enclosure with another werewolf who had taken the wolfsbane potion. So they could just follow their other werewolf friend into the enclosure, be happy in there, and not harm anyone else." Similar to what they did in the zoological parks, luring in the animals based on a mating compatibility with the other animal. It could work... could it? Or were the werewolves far too interested in biting people?

GOSH! What a sneeze, yo! Adi's head snapped around to see in to time to see Flamsteed sneezing all over Benny... or his potion, rather. Eeep! Flamsteed germs and who knows what else were all over his potion! Uh oh. That wasn't going to affect the Lion's potion, right? Not that Adi cared (he lies), it was just that it was always a pity to see a potion and one's effort go to waste. Benny should take forty five points from the man, by the way. Hehe.

But they were moving on! Adi focused his attention on Dakest, the latest cool Professor. Sorry, Culloden, you're still cool though. He made his notes, most of the things he already knew due to all that studying from last year. He thought of an answer of the question, looking for an outside of the box answer before he raised his hand with the quill still clutched in it. "Since werewolves attack humans, we could use a dummy that looks really life like, probably it's been enchanted to even move like a human, so that the werewolf can be lured and caught where it can be. Maybe in a cage.'' There would be no harm to anyone nor the werewolf. Except possibly to the dummy. But Reparo could fix that.

Norah pushed her potions materials to the side and brought her notes back in front of her, changing to plain old boring black ink this time because she hadn't brought enough cool colors in her bag this time. It was okay, though, 'cause Professor Dakest was interesting enough to make up for the boring color. Ahem. Anyways. She watched him closely as he introduced another question about werewolves and all that, holding her hands to her cheeks because they were doing that dumb thing where they went all red again which was totally unfair because she hadn't told them they were allowed to do that. Werewolves werewolves werewolves. She was obviously paying attention to those. Obviously.

She put a hand in the air, but not until she'd rearranged her curls to cover her exposed cheek because they were still horribly red. So red she could FEEL them being red, mostly because it felt like the dark room had gotten five hundred million thousand degrees hotter. Huh. Weird weird WEIRD. Maybe she needed the hospital wing, 'cause last time she checked just looking at somebody wasn't supposed to make you blush. This was a serious issue. Probably even more serious of an issue than a werewolf attack because people were already brainstorming ways to deal with that but the fourth year couldn't think of any cure for all this blushing except for moving to Antarctica. That wouldn't be too bad, though, if it meant penguin friends. KITTREDGE, CONCENTRATE. WEREWOLVES. RIGHT. She squinted through the hair that was covering one of her eyes and began to answer. "I bet you could get the werewolf to get into a comfy cage if you lure it with something much yummier than a person. Something so yummy that it can't resist, like even better than a chocolate frog is for a person." Werewolves didn't like chocolate, right? Their loss, really. "Then you could bring it somewhere safe to be until they turn back into a person again." She brought her hand down to her cheek again. Ta da! That wasn't too bad, right? Plus, Professor Dakest was a nice dude so it didn't even matter if she wasn't right. He was practically the nicest. That newspaper had had it all wrong.

Text Cut: ASTRO COOKIE CATCH UP

He knew the lunar cycle pretty well, but Benzi wouldn't object to eating cookies ANY time of day. Even if technically his appetite should be shot because some girl had vomited on Flamsteed.

Eh. Cookies were more tempting than vomit was gross. Tearing open his cookie packet, Benzi did the full moon one first because it was the least fun, and then the two half moon, laying them on his desk neatly. Then he twisted the next cookie and began scraping his teeth on it, going for the waxing gibbous formation, and then the identical waning gibbous. He was leaving his new moon for last.

WANING AND WAXING CRESCENTS NEXT. He was going for the eating the least to eating the most order, if no one could tell. He was also leaving the empty sides for later, as there was potions and defence still to go and he needed sustenance. Grabbing the last cookie, he twisted the cap off and grinned as he easily scrapped off ALL the white goodness and placed it in the empty spot of his moon phases chart.

ALL DONE. Reaching into bag, Benzi grabbed his water bottle and drank a bunch. He always got thirsty after eating a lot of sugar. RIGHT. Next!

Text Cut: POTIONS

Wolfsbane.

Benzi drew a line on his parchment, signalling the end of Astronomy and the beginning of Potions. He wrote down 'Wolfsbane', then 'qualities' and then waited for his classmates to start spewing out information. They hadn't studied werewolves OR wolfsbane back in his old school, so Benzi only knew the things that everybody knew. He'd had a werewolf in his class but the girl had been really quiet and kind of weird, so they hadn't talked much.

The sixth year wrote down everything that the Professor said and copied the ingredients off the blackboard. ... Was the potion hard or just collecting the ingredients? Those were some crazy specific things. Moving his notes away from what would soon be a flame, Benzi got up to quickly wash his hands and came back to just as quickly clean the cauldron and his utensils.

Wouldn't want to ruin this potion from the get go. Filling up a glass container with milk, he placed it on a medium heat flame and eyed his watch. Filling up the brass cauldron with a quick "aguamenti", he waited for the milk to heat up and as soon as the three minutes were up, added the milk to the water. Leaning back, he twiddled with the burner to turn the one under the cauldron to low heat.

After chopping his fluxweed, Benzi dropped it into his cauldron and picked up his metal stirrer, stirring it one.. two.. three.. four.. "five.. six... seven" times clockwise, counting under his breath. Then he sprinkled in the dog fur - weird ingredient - timing in roughly ten seconds between each sprinkle.

... A WEEK? Okay that was a long time. "Recordo," Benzi muttered to himself, but passed on practicing the wand movment. He was pretty sure he could do a circular motion, thank you very much. This wasn't the difficult bit of the potion, clearly.

Right.

Going to wash his hands again, Benzi hurriedly returned to his seat and waited for the best part DADA to begin.

HA. Flamsteed. Benzi couldn't help the bubble of laughter at the sneezing into a student's potion incident, but quickly looked away to stop the laughter from continuing. Flamsteed was on a point docking mission and he didn't want to be the next target. Ravenclaw was abysmally low on points as it was.

How could they trap werewolves?

Well that was an excellent questions.

"A well timed 'incarcerous' spell?" he half said half muttered to himself before taking a moment to think of something less dangerous. "The ministry could employ Animagi," he raised his hand, and nodded to the Slytherin girl (Zhenya) who had a a similar idea, "if they don't want to employ actual werewolves. ... Or is there some sort of spell that tracks werewolves? Though even if you find them you'd still need an animagus and/or a wolfsbaned wereworf to make sure you weren't eaten..."

All in all, not his best answer.

Toby... wasn't doing it right. At all. He didn't look like himself in the first place, and Cosgrach didn't even know what to do. However, he knew he shouldn't call it out, so he pretended like he didn't notice and would see to it after Airey was done talking to them.


Ah, Cosgrach nodded at her. "Both are in Canidae family in the scientific classification," wow Culloden big muggle words there, "but dogs are tame, like you guessed."

Pretty cool stuff, huh?


. . . no . . .

Cosgrach HEARD that, but he couldn't do anything to Airey now, could he? So, he tried to replace his anger with - well, whatever was appropriate to feel right now, and HOPED none of the potions were contaminated - and that it any was, Airey would have the common sense to say so. Just pretending like Airey had sneezed inside his hands, not all over the class.

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And Sabel was beginning.

Cosgrach returned to his seat, and started to watch the young man. His gaze was completely casual, but in truth, he was looking for a sign that might suggest Sabel wasn't innocent.

...Did Flamsteed really just sneeze all over Benny? Had her misbehavior not only disappointed and upset him, but MADE HIM SICK, TOO?

Ugh. As Dakest took over the class, Sophie worked on cleaning up her workstation, feeling more and more small as time crept along. Once her area was clean, she switched back over to note-taking, jotting down some of the tell-tale signs of a werewolf versus a regular wolf. Good stuff to know, but then he posed a question to the class and Sophie avoided eye contact.

It wasn't that she didn't know or have some hunches on how to retain a werewolf, because she did. A couple defensive spells they reviewed last term in Truebridge's class came to mind, as did the Animalis Fidelis charm she used last term in her OWL exam for Care of Magical Creatures. But none of those things seemed good enough to mention. What if he told her they wouldn't work or be effective? What if he made her feel even smaller by shooting down her suggestions?

No. She was going to stay silent and pretend to be very engrossed in her note-taking, thank you, and go back to contemplating her forthcoming death by Flammy.

After the whole sneezing startle (because Kate had jumped just a little), the lesson took on a serious tone. Kate decided that she was really afraid of werewolves, even more so than she had previously thought. She knew the basic, random facts about them, but hearing how they compared to wolves made things seem much darker.

Ways to trap a werewolf? Hmm. Kate guessed that tricking them into a trap while still in their human form was out. She listened to other suggestions, particularly two that she had questions about. "Would a werewolf be attracted to a human dummy, though?" Kate politely pointed out with her hand raised. "Isn't it our blood and scent the werewolf is attracted to? Also, I'm not sure about the whole cage idea with. I once read where werewolves will attack themselves if no other humans are around..."

She sighed. "Having said that, I don't have any better ideas," she added. And truth be told, she could be dead wrong about her assumptions. "Adding to their ideas, though, if we did use a human dummy and trap, couldn't we add our scent to the dummy somehow? I'm still not sure how we could prevent the werewolf from attacking itself, though." The Wolfsbane Potions was out. That would have had to be taken days ahead of the full moon.

Angel raised her hand, she hoped the Professors wouldn't be cross with her answer. "Professor, we could give the werewolf to a zoo and ask them nicely to put it somewhere safe." Angel thought that would be a good idea.

Zander was only momentarily distracted by Professor Flamsteed's cookies sneeze, but Professor Dakest started only a few minutes after that fiasco, so there wasn't really anytime to think about poor Benny's potion. The Gryffindor had looked pretty down lately as well. Poor bloke. Zander made a mental note to go talk to his dormmate after class or something. Or maybe at night? Bro it out in the Sixth Year rooms or something. After all, Benny had been there for him last term. Time to return the favor, Zander supposed.

Anyways.

Werewolves. The Prefect quickly began jotting down the difference between werewolves and regular wolves. Just as Professor D said, incase he ever needed to identify one. Which actually, why would he ever have to identify one? Werewolf or just regular wolf, Zander wasn't just going to stand there and try to figure it out. He'd have to do something, 'cause just standing there was a perfect way to get killed. Shouldn't the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher know that!?

But anyways, question time. Zander was much proactively trying to participate. He was trying to prove to Professor Dakest that he was taking this whole improvement thing to heart. "Wasn't the whomping willow planted to help protect a werewolf?" you know, after five years of sitting in HoM classes, Zander had actually managed to absorb something after all. How nice. "Could we do something like that to keep them away from harming people during transformations?"

SPOILER!!: Benny!

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No comments from Culloden?

That meant everyone had done it right, at least he hoped so. The next set of instructions was pasted on the board and Ben paid attention as Culloden explained them one by one. "Scourgify," he cast first, cleaning his knife before setting to work at chopping the fluxweed. He did it as well as he thought seemed right and added it into his cauldron before switching to stiring. Another cleaning spell was used on his stiring rod in preparation.

One...two...three...four...five...six...seven times clockwise.

It was clockwise...right?

Ben gave a sigh of relief when he glanced at the board and saw he was right. Direction was one of those things he always had to be concerned about getting wrong. The Gryffindor had mixed it up enough times over the years for his liking. Moving on, the sixth year grabbed the dog fur and was about to sprinkle it into his potion when Flamsteed let out a loud sneeze as he walked infront of his desk.

Both fur and cookie bits going everywhere...

...including in his cauldron.

"Oh no..."

Oh...sweet...SOLSTICE.

Airey was sure by the expression Sabel wore that he had seen it...and it was fairly positive that the scowl the Cosgrash Candy Cauldron had had flicker across his face that he had noticed things too - remind the man to make a RUN for it once the lesson was over, yeah? So, the astronomer casually remove a Star Trek handkerchief - one with Leonard H. "Bones" McCoy comic book face printed all over it - and began to wipe bits of cookie from Mr. Atreyu's desk. As he did so, he leaned in a bit, as if there was an especially difficult to remove bit a little further back on the desk, so that he could whisper a little something to Mr. Atreyu.

"I trust you took diligent notes on the process?" he whispered nonchalantly. The Gryffindor was always diligent with his work...don't let him down now!

Totally listening to you, by the way, Professor Dakest. Toooooooooootally listening.

"Eyes on Professor Dakest," he instructed, now finished with the pretend wiping of the back of the desk and slooooooowly folding up his Scourgify'd handkerchief.

Nothing to see here. Nope. Ahem.

So Wereewolves, yes?

She was just going to continue to take notes on this. As the professor spoke about werewolves and the differences between them and their plain Jane everyday wild wolves. Basically she was writing away,

TRAPPING A WEREWOLF?

That was a joke, right? Why in the world would you want to trap one? Oh, Those were some good reasons. She supposed. Safety above all, haha this was Hogwarts right. She was have half tempted to answer the question by saying The best way to catch a werewolf is to not catch one. Yeah. Not trying to catch one seem to her the best way. She kind of smiled to herself as she didn't answer the question.

Lots of things were happening, and Marigold's mood diminished a tad. Trapping werewolves…what, was there a werewolf somewhere that they had to catch for the NEWTs? Because otherwise, if Marigold ever saw a werewolf, she would RUN and then APPARATE AWAY and then GET THE MINISTRY involved. Yes.

"I know that unicorns can run away from werewolves and survive." Something like that.

LOL! What a sneeze.

Lux was torn between trying not to laugh at the situation and feeling bad for poor Benny whose potion was probably full of cookie bits. Professor Flamsteed seemed to be on a mission to dock points, so best to keep her mouth shut.

As Professor Dakest took over, she began cleaning up her work area. Of course she was paying close attention to everything the man was saying because the information could prove to be important. It was also rude to ignore people. Once her area was clean, she went back to writing notes.

As the next question was asked, Lux decided to remain silent; her classmates had it covered.

Dot was still very intently studying her potion, in spite of the fact that it wasn't meant to do anything for the next 7 days. It was very... potiony looking. Dot was absolutely a Potions genius. Apparently.

They were moving on, though, and Dot was ready to turn her attention back to the class. Sure. Werewolves... should she do the GASP-SHOCK-WHAT thing again, because StarMan had liked that so much. Or... ok, the first question was already out there, so no time for the gasp-shock-what. Her hand shot up. "What about a really big net? Really humane."

Too intent on the occasion of Professor Flamsteed's sneeze and the ruined potion that Ben wasn't even aware there was now a ton of people paying attention to him. To both of them actually. He hadn't even registered the first apology his head of house had first given, perhaps before he had registered who had been on the other end of scattered cookies...and dog fur.

No but he was drawn back to the man as he leaned in and whispered while supposedly cleaning. Detailed notes....well sort of...but that wasn't the point. Ben not only didn't have his usual potions partner to help things or at least keep an eye out for trouble, but he had failed in brewing a potion that wasn't anywhere near finished. It had been the EASY portion of the brewing that had gone wrong! With that the case, how was he supposed to deal with the rest?

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He certainly wasn't paying attention as Professor Dakest started his portion of the lesson a few minutes later. Instead Benny was trying to decide what best to do, his gaze switching between Flamsteed and Culloden. There was a part of him strongly wanting to try and make a quick escape from the room and just leave it all behind.

No...too cowardly.

Instead he simply cast a silent finite on the burner to turn of the head. No point cooking this potion now and moving on. He'd have to start over from the beginning because there was no telling what damage was already done. He certainly didn't want to poison anyone. With that done, he obeyed Professor Flamsteed, turning his eyes on the defense professor.

But really....could he just curl up and hide? Or turn invisible?

Anybody with and invisibility cloak?

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Gabe was still practicing the Recordo! spell when Professor Dakest stepped forward, beginning the last phase of the lesson...Or...prehaps not the last, as they still needed to finish brewing a week from now...but certainly the THIRD. Third and final? for the day...?

Wiping his hands a last time, and slipping his gloves off, Gabriel went about updating his notes with all the information being provided. Werewolves were interesting, in that they were mutated, usually, rather than a born species. And that raised the question of how the 'wolf gene' was passed along. Through bites and claws, yes...but what about through reproduction? Gabe didn't know much about werewolves...So, perhaps that would come up in the discussion...without him having to ask. Embarrassing, uncomfortable questioning...

In the interest of science and experimentation, however, he could understand why they would need to be caught with minimal damage.

"Through runic magic? It's implemented by Magical Law Enforcement to trap criminals..." The Ravenclaw blushed. Hadn't Professor Dakest worked there? Before coming here?

The class got a once-over of consideration before Sabel clapped his hands together, albiet louder than necessary. For those who seemed to have zoned out into their own world, or possibly fallen asleep on their own desks. "So, as your classmates mentioned, cages are a good way of containing a werewolf, but not subduing or protecting against their violent tendencies."

He made his way into the center of the classroom. "Werewovles can, and do, go a little stir-crazy if they don't have a prey to take their hunting tendencies out on. But even with this carnal instinct, it is of the utmost importance to remember that werewolves are humans and need to be treated as such. A fact that can easily be forgotten when facing one."

How easy it was to forget about what was behind the physical mask.

"As some of you mentioned, binding spells such as incarcerous and a net would work in restraining the werewolf. It is important to remember that these transformed humans are ridiculously strong, so stronger material would need to be used. Chains, in place of ropes. Steel cages in place of wooden ones. So on and so forth."

He twirled his wand once before catching it. As if to try to remind them...they were wizards and witches after all. "Useful spells include impedimenta, a tripping, freezing, binding and knocking jinx. Or petrificus totalus, which renders the whole body immobile while conscious. Locomotor mortis, the leg locker curse, can also be useful though one has to remember to mind the arms and the teeth. All of these can be used to detain or at least slow down a werewolf, until other sufficient means or help can be obtained."

His eyes roamed around the room. Were the note-takers doing okay with a lack of scribbles on the board? Were their brains going to explode? Too much blood going to the buttox from sitting?

"I'd like you all to clear away your potions and stand behind your desk." He waved them up, and as each student stood, transformed their desks into a wooden dummy, with movable arms and legs that wobbled and flapped in the shifting air of the room. Distracting? Probably.

"Manus invisibilis, or the invisible hand, is a binding curse which is similar to petrificus totalis. The difference lies within the amount of movement granted. With totalis, the whole body is paralyzed and the caster has no control over altering this. With manus invisibilis, the caster may choose which portions of the body remain mobile, simply by way of will and intention. This is especially useful if you need to restrain extremities, but say keep the mouth and jaw mobile so as to administer medication or curative. Manus invisiibilis also allows you to bind a subject to an object or a surface, such as a tree or wall. Be mindful that the more powerful your intention for the spell and its results, the more will you have behind it, the stronger the binding will be on your subject."

As with most defensive spells, fear could either be a wonderful motivator or terrible complication.

"The wand movement itself is simple. It's a twist to the right, like unscrewing a cork, followed by a thrust forward towards the subject you intend to bind." He made the movements with his own wand as a demonstration, being careful to keep the incantation off both lips and mind. Last thing this class needed, on top of moon-bopping and spewing cookie chunks was a paralyzed student.

Straightening, Sabel tucked his wand back into his holster, motioning at the dummies now in front of each student. "I'd like you to practice the spell on your dummies. As there is no light from the casting, you'll know that you have it right when the legs, or arms stop moving."

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OOC: This is a mini-activity. Each student's desk has been turned into a dummy with moving arms and legs. Aim is to use the manus invisibilis spell to stop the movement of one, two, three or all four of the limbs.

Minimum of 2 posts if your charrie decides to participate, though you are welcome to do more Any questions, just ask. Sabel will circulate.

Class will resume in 18-20 hours

Zhenya felt her face flush when Professor Sabel was addressing her suggestion. For a moment there, she thought he was going to penalise her for her suggestion. She didn't see anything wrong with it, and felt herself shrinking down a tiny bit. Although she saw what he meant by keeping them subdued, rather than... you know. It was hard to imagine the werewolves as humans and imagine treating a werewolf who hadn't had wolfsbane potion, who was looking to attack someone, as a human. It seemed a balance of ethics. Animal rights and human rights. To treat an animalistic werewolf as a human. It was tough, and Zhenya was struggling with the concept. She had always seen werewolves who hadn't ingested wolfsbane as a threat to the community during the full moon, and hadn't actually been able to join the human and werewolf together. A werewolf who HAD ingested the potion, though, it was easy to remember they were human. She also understood what he meant; even if the wolfsbane wolf she had been talking about had successfully lured the werewolf into a safe enclosure, the non-wolfsbane werewolf might be of great risk to the other. She hadn't thought about that. She put her index finger into her mouth and started chewing on her nail, suddenly quite deep in thought about the ramifications of trapping a wolfsbane and a non-wolfsbane werewolf into an enclosure. All she was picturing were two werewolves running around happily together, in an enclosure which suited them during their transformations. Keeping them away from society. Big big big ramifications. Where to make a balance between containing and subduing. You could subdue without a cage but could you subdue with a cage?

And then other responses were being given and she suddenly snapped out of her deep thoughts, trying to catch up with all the other suggestions and answers. She could think about these later, with or without discussions from Professor Dakest and/or Professor Thompson. Though the thought was deeply embedded into her immediate thoughts. Later, brain.

But the thoughts would have to wait, because it was time to get up and move on to the practical aspect of the defensive section. Zhenya put her wand into the pocket of her robes, and put her potion away, making sure it was safe from sneezy Professors and their crumbly spray, and stood behind her desk. But it wasn't a desk anymore; it was a wooden dummy. The dummy had moving arms and legs. Eh!?

Zhenya needed to practice this new spell before she tried to cast it. "Manus invisibilis," she said, just as Professor Dakest had. "Manus invisibilis, Manus invisibilis, Manus invisibilis," she said a few more times to get a feel for it. Once she felt comfortable with that, she pulled her wand out. As she was a bit slow with non-verbal spells, she wasn't too worried about accidentally casting it non-verbally. But just to be safe, she turned around where there was nothing in her path, and drew her wand out. She twisted it to her right, then thrust it forward. She did it a few more times before turning back to her dummy.

"Manus invisibilis," she said, twisting her wand to the right, and thrusting it. She had the left hand in her mind as she said the spell, and aiming the wand towards that limb, which immediately stopped moving.

Henric listened intently about the discussion on werewolves. Was it possible to trap a werewolf? Apparently so. Professor Dakest mentioned about all of the binding spells that can be used to defend one self against an attack from a werewolf. He took down everything that was being said into bulletpoints and who knew, it might possibly be one of the questions that would come up in their end of year examinations.

They were then told to clear away their potions and stand behind their desk. For a moment, Henric was a little taken aback by the quick transformation of their classroom which was now turned into a fighting arena? Look at that dummy waving its arms and legs in the air! He had to stand a few paces away from his dummy to avoid getting punch or worst...kicked in the...urgh...nope...not going there.

Henric practiced the wand movements several times before staring back at his dummy. So what he was about to cast was a binding charm just like 'petrificus totalis' but they would get to choose which part of the body to bind? Now that was incredibly useful for interrogation, he mused. He made a stance in front of his 'enemy' dummy and raised his wand. He cleared his mind and narrowed his focus on his target's arm and legs. He wanted them to stop from flailing about so dangerously. It could accidentally hurt someone if they do not stop immediately. He aimed at the dummy's arms first."Manus invisibilis!"he shouted determinedly. He watched amazed as one of the arm stopped in mid-air, preventing it from moving any further.

"Brilliant!"he exclaimed excitedly. On to the next flailing arm!

Soooo. His answer hadn't been so brilliant after all. But there was one part that got to him... "No, I'm not encouraging attacks on humans, Professor. I'm just er, highlighting? the fact that since werewolves attack humans so often, it might be a good idea to bring them down at their own game.'' Yeah, that's what he meant. Anywhooo, back to the note taking!
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When the Puffer was finally done with writing his notes, (gosh, it seemed he would have an entire book on werewolves by the time class was over) he stood behind his desk, cleared his potion like Dakest had required then watched wooden, flailing dummies take over the world class. COOOOOOL! And the spell sounded a lot cooler!

"Manus Invisibilis, Manus Invisibilis, Manus Invisibilis,'' muttered Adi, keeping his wand out of his hand for now. Some more practice of the incantation had him satisfied before he grabbed it to practice the twist to the right followed by a forward thrust. Yep, he got that. Let the practice begin!

''Manus Invisibilis!'' The sixth year focused as much as he could on the right leg of the dummy and twisting his wand to the right before thrusting it forward. The dummy's leg stopped wobbling. Hehe. It looked so funny wobbling on one leg and flailing its arms that Adi couldn't help but grin. He would aim for the right hand next. Yep.

''Manus Invisibilis!'' Cue the wands movement along with the silent spell! It was never too much for him to keep working on his abysmal non verbal skills.

Wow, so many things were happening at the same time. Or rather…one big thing. And that was Professor Flamsteed sneezing over one of the students at the front. And he just got to say sorry and all was well while AJ lost points for throwing up , that seemed unfair to him but he didn’t want to cause any more trouble for Gryffindor so he let it slip. Instead, he focused his attention to the Defence Professor which then brought his mind to wonder if the man was a dark wizard pretending to be …light or if he was simply wrongly accused. Well, the Headmistress trusted him enough to let him teach here.
He silently made notes on his notebook about werewolves and before he knew it he heard the magical words. Clear away your potions. WOOHOO!

He pushed his BADLY made potion aside and stood up behind his desk . But first he need to use his chapstick, his lips were getting too dry in this potions damp. While he was busy applying it he watched as the desk in front of him turned in to a wooden dummy and he just stared. Which spell was that? Whatever it was, he did not want to get hit by those flapping arms so he took a step back. He just hoped the man WASN’T a dark wizard and would turn the dummies against them all…

Practising the spell without wand at first, Yoongi grabbed it when he got the incantation and pointed it at the dummy or desk…dummy desk..? He twisted his wand to the right and then thrusted it forward to the left arm that was flapping around like crazy. It was difficult to get an aim at it. He closed his eyes, remembered his lessons back at Charms School about breathing and control and after a deep breath he struck. “Manus Invisibilis!”

There was no light and the arm continued to flap around. He kind of knew this would happen. It was the first time he tried this spell. Only if he did not get it after a day or so he would get annoyed. He pointed his wand at the arm again, twisted his wand to the right and thrusting it forward. “Manus invisibilis!” The arm continued flapping for a split second and then it hang still at its side.

One limb down, three to go.

“Manus invisibilis!” he casted the spell with a bit more ease now but while he had been pointing at the left flailing leg , it did not stop flailing. He focused his breathing, concentrated on getting it right and casted the spell again. This time, although he could not see it, he knew he had hit it and his feeling got confirmed when the leg stopped moving. How far were the rest of them doing? He decided to look around at the others for a short moment. See what they're doing.

Sooooo much information.

Shaking her wrist to loosen a cramp, Lux was trying her hardest to make a note of everything Professor Dakest was telling them. It was good to know about werewolves and quite frankly she wasn't the most well-versed when it came to this topic. Werewolves gave her the heebie jeebies so she didn't like reading about them much. This lesson was very useful in case she ever encountered one in real life - which she hoped would never happen.

When she was finally done writing notes, Lux stood behind her desk. Time to get some practice in, and the spell sounded pretty cool. It would probably have some handy uses beyond werewolf restraining.

Staring at the dummy in front of her she began practicing the incantation. Fortunately it wasn't particularly convoluted. "Manus Invisibilis... Manus Invisibilis... Manus Invisibilis..." Right twist followed by a forward thrust. Repeating the wand movement a few more times, Lux felt ready to try it out on the dummy.

The left arm of the dummy had stopped moving as soon as she had cast the spell. It was a success! But she had three more limbs to pin to the dummy, so it was time to get started with those limbs.

She looked at the dummy again, circled her shoulders and rolled her neck. Just reset before you go again, she thought. Taking aim at the right leg this time, which would surely stuff up the balance of anyone, though perhaps not a dummy. "Manus invisibilis," she said, twisting her wand to the right and thrusting it forward. Some of the leg found itself bound to the dummy, but the bottom bit was still flapping about. Silly stubborn foot. "Manus invisibilis," she said again, looking at and picturing the foot, twisting her wand to the right and thrusting it forward. The foot stopped moving as it found itself finally bound to the dummy.

Talking about werewolves, the Korean boy just stay silent and listened to Dakest's explanation about this creature. Sometimes he wrote down some important notes that the Professor had said perhaps that's gonna be on his exams. And of course he thought it's very possible to trap a werewolf. They could use full body binding charm and also, a big courage for that.

As Professor Dakest instructed them to clean their desks from potions, Jackson carefully put down his potions equipment and then he stood back from his desk. Then he watched the Professor transfigure the desks into a dummy with movable arms and legs. Cool. They're gonna practice a charm that would be useful to attack somebody or something, like werewolves. Lucky that the incantation of the charms wasn't that difficult for him. "Manus invisibilis." He murmured, practicing the incantation. He kept muttering the incantation until he thought that he's confident enough. Then next, he tried the wand movement. He made a twist movement to the right with his wand. Twist to the right, twist to the right...

Okay, now let's try the spell.

Facing the dummy, Jackson aimed his wand to the right leg first then twisted it to the right "Manus invisibilis!" He shouted the incantation clearly. The right leg of the dummy then accidentally stop moving. Great, Jackson. Just in one try, huh?