It seemed as if just about everyone was partnered up which honestly Carsyn was okay with because it meant that no one would be trying to steal her sack of stones. Which also meant that no detention. So really this was a winning game, if you were to ask the seventh year prefect. Except that knowing Trent he'd probably pull some loophole and give detention to anyone who didn't participate because they didn't listen to him or his instructions.

But her heart skipped when she heard her name being called by an all too familiar voice (of course. They'd practically grown up together these past 6 years and even moreso in the last two). She grinned gratefully at Lucas, because she'd be able to participate and he was definitely docile in that she was nearly certain he wouldn't physically try to steal her sack of stones. "I'd agree with that. What do you say we do some sort of mini duel? Whoever loses has to hand over their bag of stones?" She considers this a moment. "We could also maybe play a game but I don't have any with me...." A duel seemed perfectly appropriate, yes?

"Your my mum's boss" That's what being the headmaster really was, being the adults boss and getting to tell not only children what to do but the adults as well.

When the activity was said her eyes widened, but it was kind of exciting, the thought of sending someone to detention. She looked around and didn't seem fast enough to get a partner. Which meant she was the lone wolf? Maybe she could sneak around and just steal other people's sacks while they were dealing with their partners. That would impress the headmaster, wouldn't it?

Gemma jumped up and went to grab her sack. Once it was around her shoulder she grabbed her wand and looked around. She would either find a partner or find a sack to steal.

O_________________O

He was, indeed, NOT LOVEABLE.

Kennedi’s cheeks turned bright red when the Headmaster assigned her punishment homework. What? Did he want her to sound like a broken record and repeat the answer before her? She bit the inside on her cheek, her icy blue eyes boring a hole into the man. If she could, she would. Dumb.

Breathing, just like her therapist had once advised her, Kennedi paid attention. By the time the man was done talking, she came to the conclusion he was one of those delusional, power-hungry wizards. The ones that want to establish dominance over leadership, and she felt sorry for him.

They had to do WHAT? The idea of defending something was thrilling. The idea of someone attacking her not so much. Grabbing a sack, wand already in hand, the Slytherin quickly tucked it under her shirt and cast a sticking charm, gluing it to her under shirt. The bulge wiggled as she scurried off, close to a wall, pretending to be invisible. That wouldn’t do, though. The only way to escape detention was to obtain someone else’s sack…

Then there was LIGHT. Her shadow came to life on the wall in front of her, signaling some light source had exploded behind her. There was no sound. Just students battling it out. Her nervousness turned into a split moment of excitement. Neddie swiveled around towards the direction of the light source and found what seemed like a disoriented dark haired boy. Did a spell backfire at them? As he turned around, Neddie took her chance and pounced behind him, the tip of her wand poking at his back, alert.

“Put your hands up and give me your sack.” She sounded braver than she felt. Eeeeek!

By all rights, this lesson was strange. Even considering Hogwarts-level of strangeness, this was unusual. All the thoughts Carys had been having about the tone of the message on the board had only crystallized as the discussion had begun. As far as she remembered, given how many lessons sha had experienced with the headmaster, this didn’t seem like a DADA lesson. Yes, people had been a bit unruly at the feast, but this was taking things a bit too much to heart. Obviously everyone knew what the position of headmaster meant, even the headmaster’s own son. Things were getting a little too Filch-like.

Even so, she had stood up when ordered to and then collected a sack of stones. Just because she didn’t agree with the terms of the activity, she wasn’t about to outright complain. Prefect status or no. Plus, as she’d glanced around the room, she saw both her sister and Eron had paired up, as had Cole and most of her usual suspects. Secreting her bag away, she instead approached Gemma. “Did you still need a partner?”

"Right, good idea," Morgan nodded as Kale added his own specification to their ground rules. "Nothing to the face." Because that included HIS OWN face as well. Sure he had no plans on being an entertainer, but girls probably didn't like kissing disfigured faces. Unless the scar was cool. But that was a gamble, and not really a risk he wanted to take.

But once he turned back around, Kale was already throwing spells. "Bro. I said count of three," he said, his tone tinged with just a slight whine. He had just pulled out his wand to begin this duel or game or whatever they were calling it, and it went flying out of his hand before he could cast anything. At least his sack was still safe since he hadn't had it in his hands like he was trying to make him think.

He walked past his friend to pick up his wand from the floor and once it was in his hands again, he turned and cast his own spell. "Accio Kale's sack!"

This was going to be good. She hadn't found a partner yet and she had her eyes on a sack. She could easily just sneak and accio without them knowing. Everyone was so focused on their partners and no one was watching other people. It wasn't said that it was against any rules.

She was sneaking up close to Morgan when she heard her prefect ask her to be her partner. Well this wasn't going to be very fair, a seventh year against a second year? She glanced around the room and shrugged. "Okay, yeah, I'll be your partner." She gripped her bag tighter to try to keep a strong hold.

She was going to have to really be ready for this now.

Mamie was barely fazed by the commotion of all the other students vying for each other's bags of rocks. She was really glad she was partnered with Valencia, who seemed very...relaxed about this whole thing.

"At the same time, right," Mamie agreed, holding her bag above the older girl's now-outstretched hand momentarily before setting it in her hand while she took ahold of the other girl's bag. "You had a very good idea, Valencia" she said, loosening her stance and expression slightly now that Mamie had Valencia's bag and Valencia had hers.

So everybody else was just going to go around SUMMONING their partners' stones? Bo-ring. Bernie wasn't going to do that. What would these kids do when the school lost magic AGAIN? Or worse, when the whole WIZARDING WORLD lost magic?

It was possible. Bernie often thought of magic as just coming out of spigot somewhere, maybe in like Middle Earth, and that someday someone would turn off the spigot. She'd be fine, of course, because she'd lived as a Muggle for the first decade of her life. Bernie brushed off these thoughts and turned her attention away from the other kids just in time to avoid being blinded by a SUPER BRIGHT white light. Thanks, Nem. Not that she would know; her back was to those kids and instead she was just facing Abolisa.

"Okay, yes, I know the shield charm." Bernie's wand was, as ever, in her boot, so she yanked it out and hurriedly, but confidentally, cast, "Protego Maxima." She was confident Aboli wouldn't try something NOW, would she? And back to her ignoring Bernie's question about the gloves thing: "Did you get scratched by a bunch of cats right before school started?" Bernie inquired, more curious than polite about it. "Or did you get like a really, REALLY bad manicure you're trying to cover up? OOOOOH, or did you DO SOMETHING, Aboli Bertoli, and now you're wanted because they have your fingerprints??!" Now THAT would be a good reason to wear gloves.

The little nicknames Bernie always gave Aboli were definitely growing on her, and this one in particular was a repeat one that always made her chuckle inwardly. She would NOT let on to the younger girl that she enjoyed them, though. NOPE NOPE. Aboli hadn't even grabbed her wand yet, but she quickly pulled it out....and pulled out her sack to attempt to duplicate it. "Geminio..." she muttered softly. She quickly placed the original sack in the sleeves of her shirt and tucked her sleeves into her gloves...so the sack wasn't going anywhere. She tossed the duplicated sack at Bernie. "In case you need an extra. But they might be charmed to not be duplicated so..." she chuckled. "Better you take it in case it backfires anyway. Keep your shield up, all right?" Aboli quickly cast her own protego spell, sure to make as strong as her sixteen-year-old self could do.

What in the world was she on about now? OH!

THE GLOVES?

Aboli LAUGHED. "Bernie - I'll tell you after class. We shouldn't talk right now, all right?" It also gave Aboli time to think about if she wanted to be truthful with Bernie or not. She was leaning towards lying, but yeah....

Fingerprints, though. Ha. She was creative.

Having shielded their eyes for this exact reason, Nem now had the advantage of being able to see just fine once the flash of light had passed. All they had to do was dash in, pick Yoon's pocket, and scarper.

Except someone else had jumped in and tried to capitalise on Nem's temporarily dazed prey, and for a moment they felt a flicker of irritation. Maybe a little more than a flicker. Maybe a little more than irritation. But Nemesis was nothing if not opportunistic, and this could work out perfectly in their favour.

A second distraction, and one they didn't even have to orchestrate.

So, while the Slytherin girl messed around with threats and the like, Nem struck like a snake. "Thanks," they quipped as they dipped their hand - wand nestled between their fingers, as the other hand was still protecting their own bag of stones - right into Yoon's pocket and grabbed the bag as they passed, then made a break for it in amongst the other students. They'd duck and weave too, if necessary.

Nem would have liked to send a parting spell of their own at Yoon, or maybe Escalante, just to keep them further occupied, but with it potentially now becoming two against them, it was better to quickly get out of sight.

So. This was actually entertaining. Fancy that.

Torin inwardly groaned. Of course Professor McGrumpy Pants decided punishment for not answering a very general question was reasonable. I could've been looking to gain something from the knowledge of others and was in the lesson to actually learn sir(e).

On top of that he took too long to try and find a partner, now he had his five sacks and found himself without someone to fight. Maybe they should do something like King of the Hill and he takes on someone that's already won against their partner? He didn't know. All Torin knew was that he didn't want to end up in detention. He took to casting protective spells and charms instead on his sacks. "Diminuendo." He whispered over each sack to shrink it and then put them all in his pockets as he cast "Diutirnus affigo." So that they would permanently stick. Any risks of them never coming off was worth the reward of not being put into detention. Finally he cast over himself and all objects on his person, "Protego, salvio hexia." To try and buy him some time should someone decide he made a good target. After that he decided to try and blend in against a wall. No harm in biding time as he watched how everyone liked to fight.

Oh, an extra? Why didn't Bernie think of that? "But isn't this chea---" she started to say, before changing her mind. Aboli knew that she'd had a lot of detentions with Trent already, and DIDN'T need another one. So she'd just pocket this for now. What were the chances he even saw this little deception happen, huh?

"Ehhhhh alright." But Trent LIKED her, she'd decided, since she hadn't done any troublemaking for a WHOLE YEAR practically. Bernie just concentrated on maintaining her shield charm. "Well, wanna try attacking me, to see how good my spell is?" She hesitated. Maybe Aboli didn't want to get her fancy gloved hands dirty? "Just for fun?"

PLEASE? What if this was the closest they'd get to duelling? They hadn't even GOTTEN to duel last year.

Ninette does a small startled jump where she stands, eyebrows shooting upwards. It all happens in the split of a second; or at least it feels like it, she hardly even has time to blink and her wand is slipping through her fingers and flying away from her grasp onto the floor.

Oh WOW.

Wow. WOW. Wowow.

Not even a warning? Especially after that darned BLINDING LIGHT? No ground rules? Not even a proper INTRODUCTION? The Ravenclaw REALLY just dove right into it HUH?

And she had been so nice. Humpf. She was even going to suggest the two attempt to come up with a way that'd lower the chances of either of them getting detention (even though she honestly - perhaps a bit naively - still didn't think would actually happen no matter the outcome of the exercise).

Her eyebrows narrow and without giving it much thought Ninette slips one of her shoes off and hurls it in the Ravenclaw's general direction: she only intends to distract her while she reaches for her wand.

Carys had seen the fact the younger girl had been heading in the direction of someone else, yet still there was the matter of how they were supposed to pick a partner. Granted, there hadn’t exactly been any clear definition of how to handle the partnership once it was made, and she herself had cast both an undetectable extension charm on her pocket along with a sticking charm on the bag of stones, Figuring the depth might stop someone and if not, the sticking charm would help against summoning charms and the like. Considering that seemed to be the common thread of others’ attempts, aside from Nem’s use of Lumos Maxima as a distraction.

“Don’t let me stop you from whatever you were trying,” she said quietly, nodding in the direction of the boy who had apparently been the second year’s target. She might have planned on trying to stay neutral, but that wouldn’t stop her from enabling her partner. Even trying to quickly teach her some useful spells if it would help. Anything but giving up her own sack and ending up in detention. That would have been even more ridiculous than the detention her mum had gotten when she was in school.

Eek! Sorry, bro. He had only been half-listening to the rules of engagement beyond the ever important not-the-face and don’t-fight-dirty rules. He was still a little dazed from the flash of light and preoccupied by his Daddie’s display of jerk-dom. Counting to three had gotten lost in all of that distraction.

Plus. He was a Kale. Kales didn’t listen great.

He was pleased when the wand went flying, but MF recovered remarkably quickly. He was scooping up his wand and throwing a summoning spell the blonde’s way. The, UH, main problem with that spell was his sack was thoroughly concealed and held in place by his belt. It wasn’t gun escape. But that didn’t mean his spell didn’t work. Oh no. It worked.

And Kale started to be dragged across the floor, by his pelvis, toward his friend. Moving fast, like a battering ram. ”Watch out!!!!” He shouted moments before it seemed like they might collide.

SPOILER!!: Claudine <3

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Originally Posted by FearlessLeader19

She already knew that Heath wouldn’t refuse to work with her, with the exception of him already having a partner. Fortunately for her, he hadn’t gotten one prior. Claudine really thought that she wouldn’t be able to work with anyone else, anyway. Her mind was in a haze and was still quite unsure of how to proceed in defending the sack. As best as she could remember, Trent hadn’t specified any strategy… he’d only specified about the losers being thrown into detention…. wait. If she took Heath’s sack, that meant that he’d be thrown into detention. Oh no. Claudine didn’t want Heath to get into detention. Was it too late to change partners? It would have been better if she worked with someone she didn’t care about.

Apparently it was too late because a quick look around told the girl that partners had been found and some had already even gotten started on the activity. Stupid activity, stupid Trent. “Yes, that’s fair,’’ she murmured in resignation to Heath’s words. “Accio sack,’’ Claudine muttered immediately after nodding to show that she was ready.

There were two reasons why that spell could fail: 1. Claudine’s heart wasn’t into it and 2. there was a flash of super bright light that blinded her at the same moment her Summoning Charm had been cast. The result of the latter was her snapping her eyelids shut and shielding her face with her wand arm.

Claudine’s resigned reply got a look of concern from Heath. He wished there was something he could do to make her feel better… and maybe there was. If she were to get his sack, maybe Headmaster Trent would forgive her earlier mistakes (or at least leave her alone for the rest of the class), especially if she was the only one to succeed? Had anyone else taken their partner’s sack yet? He was so busy strategizing that he pretty much blocked out what the other pairs were doing. He sighed silently. Was he really going to do this? His family expected him to make prefect one day, and a detention, no matter how unfair it was, would kill his chances and draw their ire. Whatever he did, he had to think fast!

Heath watched his partner intently, trying to anticipate her first move. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that it was a summoning charm. He raised his wand to block her spell. “Pro-” He began, but before he could finish casting a shield charm, that bright light happened. He blinked several times but willed himself not to close his eyes longer than a fraction of a second at a time. He may be willing to sacrifice his sack for Claudine, but the same did not apply to whoever cast that spell! He instinctively held the sack higher, just in case that spell’s caster got any ideas about taking it. Whoever it was, he was probably taller than them.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Heath’s eyes to adjust to that light. He was an actor, remember? This wasn’t the first time he had a blindingly bright light shining in his face; stage lights malfunctioned all the time. Perhaps just as fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the way one looked at it), Claudine’s summoning charm hadn’t worked. Even if he did intend to throw the game for her, he didn’t want it to happen right off the bat. That would be too obvious! So now what? How could he give Claudine a chance to get his sack and still look like he was fighting back? An idea suddenly occurred to him! “Fumos!” he exclaimed, making a spiral-shaped wand movement. Thick smoke shot out of the tip of his wand, hiding him from view.

While he was hidden, he planned to hide the sack somewhere on his person, but where? His robe pocket? No, too obvious? His back trouser pocket? Definitely not! Then anyone could sneak up behind him and take it! It needed to be somewhere only Claudine could find. He quickly stuffed it into his front trouser pocket where it would be partially concealed by his robes For one wild moment, the thought crossed his mind to use a duplication charm on the sack, hold the copy, and hide the real one to pull out later, in case he was threatened with detention, but he decided that crossed the line between acting and lying. It might make Claudine feel even worse if she thought she had his sack, only for that to not be the case.

When the smoke cleared, Heath was no longer holding his sack, and his now empty left hand hovered over his pocket, trembling slightly. Now all he could do was hope Claudine would read his body language and guess where the sack was.

Poor Kale, Headmaster Trent was being especially headmaster-like today and Yoyo could see the consternation all over her friend's face. She didn't know what she'd do if her parents (who she was still very angry with, mind you!) treated her like anything other than a beloved daughter. It got the young girl thinking, pretty seriously, about her father's distrust in Hogwarts and in Yoyo's ability to take care of herself. Sure, she was still having nightmares. Sure, she felt safer surrounded by her parents. Sure, she wasn't a super skilled defensive witch like Alexa- but, but, well- she could try. and she would make it through this year just fine.

Lost in all this inner turmoil, Yoyo had remained silent throughout the question and answer bracket, her notes full instead of thought bubbles.

It was only as the word detention was thrown out that Yolanda Luna's attention was seized. Mouth agape, Yoyo stared at Headmaster Trent like he was an alien creature. detention? detention? He had got to be joking. She clutched her bag of stones to her chest, Fearful as she peeked back and forth among her classmates- surely they were all on the same page here.

If they worked together, none of them would have to lose their bags at all.
She was about to speak, to entreat the others to work together and work smarter when a cry pierced the stagnant air.

lumos maxima!

and the world turned so white it was blue. Yoyo yelped, clutching her bag tighter to her chest as she flinched hard against the light. It hurt and the Hufflepuff could not open her eyes for sometime. when she did, tears dripping down her cheeks and streaking her foundation, she saw a scattered classroom.

For the record, she wasn't crying! it was just a reaction to the light! She could handle this.
Blinking hard to right her sight, Yoyo rushed for a hiding spot. her hopes for teamwork dashed.

Oh thank Merlin! Cole was nice and honestly, at least if she did end up with detention she’d have some company, even if she thought the whole detention thing was really pretty harsh. ”Sure! Works for me.” But if they weren’t going to take the stone sacks from each other, they probably had to attempt to take them from their classmates, yeah?

”What should our plan of attack be, you think? I could be a distraction you know. I’m good at loud noises and quick movements and silly dance moves.” She waved her glittery polished jazz fingers at him in demonstration and then looked around, wondering who they could target who also wouldn’t hate her forever and ever for making an attempt on their stones.

Aboli shot Bernie a glare of DEATH. Did she HAVE to be so loud and obvious?! Bloody Gryffindors. THE LOT OF 'EM. "Fine....I'll give it a go." Aboli cleared her throat. She was older, more experienced, and to be frank, she thought she was smarter than Bernie. It wasn't Bernie's fault - Bernie was still young. She'd be smart one day.

Maybe.

ANYWAYYYYY Aboli pointed her wand at Bernie, a smirk sliding onto her features. She wouldn't do anything horrible - after all, she did LIKE Bernie - and merely aimed her wand at the girl's shoes at the last moment. "COLLOSHOO!" she cried. If the spell broke through, the girl's shoes would be STUCK to the floor. And if not...well...that spell might bounce back.

And THEN Aboli would need to duck.

Catherine wished she could correct him by saying they could do it on their own, but the Headmaster had been very specific on that, so sadly she would have to have a partner if she wanted to get the activity right.

The thing was that she didn't. She didn't want to do the activity at all in the first place, and she did not want a partner with whom to duel to see who got the sack of stones. A seventh year, no less!

She looked away and frowned as captain obvious pointed out the rules that had just been set to them. She watched others shoot spells at each other to try and win, and she shook her head ever so slightly. No, thank you, she didn't want to duel like that. It was too random and she wasn't a fan.

Still, the seventh year seemed to be adamant. So she got her wand out. "I don't want to do it." Catherine told him quietly yet firmly, still not looking at him, although her wand was pointed in his general direction just in case he decided to be deceitful. "And you're not taking my sack..." She added, her eyes finally going back up to meet his to show him she meant it.

Read: back off.

Yeah, "Bernie" and "loud" were synonyms, didn't Aboli know this by now? Bernie was watching her, though, and NOT talking for a change. Mostly because she thought Aboli was a goody gloves-wearer who wouldn't bite at the opportunity to attack her, even if she did get taunted a bit.

Annnnnd then the Prefect shouted the spell, aiming her wand down and everything. Bernie only had to move her own wand a bit downwards to block it and send it bouncing back to her. "Good try," she called out cheerfully and encouragingly. This was one of Bernie's better classes, didn't Aboli know that? She'd even duelled the Headmaster, almost exclusively using this spell, as a second year. She could protego all day-o.

Charlie seriously wondered why the headmaster even needed them to answer why he was headmaster. Sir we get it you’re supposed to protect us and we’re supposed to just nod our head and do as we are told. She added her answer after raising her hand, “You’re the leader of Hogwarts and the students.” She hated that she had to say that because he seemed to be a totally different head master than what she heard everyone say he was like. She didn’t have many memories of him outside of a classroom before this incident.

Glancing around she was looking for a partner—she absolutely did not want to have a detention for not winning in class. Sure she’d absolutely take one for her dress code violations, or looking fabulous. Under no circumstances would she be caught dead being a loser. She caught sight of Torin needing a partner. Grabbing her wand she whispered, “Reducio” shrinking her pouches. “Need a partner Torin?” She really hoped so, “Maybe take someone else’s pouches? Not each other’s?” That sounded like a good plan.

SPOILER!!: Heath!

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Claudine’s resigned reply got a look of concern from Heath. He wished there was something he could do to make her feel better… and maybe there was. If she were to get his sack, maybe Headmaster Trent would forgive her earlier mistakes (or at least leave her alone for the rest of the class), especially if she was the only one to succeed? Had anyone else taken their partner’s sack yet? He was so busy strategizing that he pretty much blocked out what the other pairs were doing. He sighed silently. Was he really going to do this? His family expected him to make prefect one day, and a detention, no matter how unfair it was, would kill his chances and draw their ire. Whatever he did, he had to think fast!

Heath watched his partner intently, trying to anticipate her first move. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that it was a summoning charm. He raised his wand to block her spell. “Pro-” He began, but before he could finish casting a shield charm, that bright light happened. He blinked several times but willed himself not to close his eyes longer than a fraction of a second at a time. He may be willing to sacrifice his sack for Claudine, but the same did not apply to whoever cast that spell! He instinctively held the sack higher, just in case that spell’s caster got any ideas about taking it. Whoever it was, he was probably taller than them.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Heath’s eyes to adjust to that light. He was an actor, remember? This wasn’t the first time he had a blindingly bright light shining in his face; stage lights malfunctioned all the time. Perhaps just as fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on the way one looked at it), Claudine’s summoning charm hadn’t worked. Even if he did intend to throw the game for her, he didn’t want it to happen right off the bat. That would be too obvious! So now what? How could he give Claudine a chance to get his sack and still look like he was fighting back? An idea suddenly occurred to him! “Fumos!” he exclaimed, making a spiral-shaped wand movement. Thick smoke shot out of the tip of his wand, hiding him from view.

While he was hidden, he planned to hide the sack somewhere on his person, but where? His robe pocket? No, too obvious? His back trouser pocket? Definitely not! Then anyone could sneak up behind him and take it! It needed to be somewhere only Claudine could find. He quickly stuffed it into his front trouser pocket where it would be partially concealed by his robes For one wild moment, the thought crossed his mind to use a duplication charm on the sack, hold the copy, and hide the real one to pull out later, in case he was threatened with detention, but he decided that crossed the line between acting and lying. It might make Claudine feel even worse if she thought she had his sack, only for that to not be the case.

When the smoke cleared, Heath was no longer holding his sack, and his now empty left hand hovered over his pocket, trembling slightly. Now all he could do was hope Claudine would read his body language and guess where the sack was.

That light really did hurt her eyes despite her attempts to protect them. Claudine didn’t know who cast it but whomever it was, they were so inconsiderate. But whatever. She wasn’t going to let whoever it was get the sack. Her fingers instinctively curled around the object to clutch at it tighter. Gosh, it was as though she were blinded and she was distracted. So, so distracted and it took her a few more seconds to recall that she had been assigned a task by Trent.

Right.

The sack she had been trying to steal from Heath. Claudine lowered her arm and opened her eyes cautiously. But where was Heath? Claudine blinked in confusion. Why the smoke? She had no idea, of course, what he was planning. When the smoke finally did clear, the Snakette eyed Heath with suspicion. He certainly seemed normal: there was nothing different about his appearance, at least. Wait… the sack was missing. Claudine’s eyebrows creased. Had someone surrounded him in smoke then snatched the sack? And why wasn’t he trying to get the one she held in her hand?

Maybe he was just messing with her. Maybe he wanted her to think the sack was no longer in his possession.

“Accio sack! Accio sack!’’ She’d try a few more times just to be sure the sack really was gone.

Avalon shot Nanette an apologetic look as her wand flew out of her hand. Yikes, the Slytherin did not look happy with her. But didn't she know that they couldn't openly discuss how to outsmart Trent's exercise? Obviously Avalon didn't want either of them to get detention. But they couldn't go around talking about avoiding it - or else Trent might overhear them and punish them both. Their best bet was to make it look like they were actively triyng to steal each other's sacks, but never actually take them. That was why once Nanette bent down to pick up her wand, Avalon refrained from sending any other spells in her direction.

Not that she had much choice in the matter though, because a shoe was flying straight toward her. Avalon ducked to the side, the shoe slamming into her shoulder instead of a direct hit to the face. Wow, that girl had good aim. Did she happen to be a chaser? Avalon made a mental note to ask her about Quidditch later - maybe they could play together sometime. That is, if Nanette didn't hate her already for throwing a disarming spell at her right off the back.

She rubbed her shoulder for a minute, trying to regroup. What was another spell she could use that wouldn't have a huge chance of actually working? Avalon briefly reconsidered a summoning charm, but if Nanette hadn't placed a protective charm over her sack, it might actually come to her, which could result in detention. Nope. Maybe levitation? That would be a bit slower. The Slytherin would probably have time to bring the sack back before it reached Avalon.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" she said hurriedly. She pointed her wand at Nanette's sack - not having much time to think it through, because if Trent looked over and saw them dillydallying, they'd be done for.

There was so much going on and such an ANGRY Headmaster. Cobes had told him he'd like Headmaster Trent and that he'd probably even be his favorite. What made him think that? So far, he was pretty much none of the things Coby had told him he was like. Except for maybe the questions that made you think. It sure seemed like he as trying to make everyone think, but almost like he wanted everyone to think the same way. Hive minds were big no no's for Matty.

A few concerned, questioning looks were shot to his brother as the lesson went on, but the most important attention he wanted was Kizzy's. He'd been about to ask the same question 'what if we don't know any spells yet?' when she'd beat him to it. This little Rider-Mae did NOT like his answer or how... how.... what was the word?? How... erm... just.. how he answered wasn't very NICE. A grumbly mumble escaped his tight lips, brows furrowed in a bit of a soft mean mug for the professor. BE NICE TO KINSAY.

What exactly did Cobes see in him again?

After that brief moment in slow motion, things were moving again, lights flashing, his hand shooting up to cover his eyes, little baggy swinging from the motion and nearly hitting his skull. As he opened his eyes, he saw a girl (Yoyo) fleeing. Was that one of Cobes' friends? A quick glance around the room and the little first year was half jogging after her to catch up, stone filled bag swaying at his side.