Okay, her one standing leg was really starting to ache now. Thank goodness that she dabbled in practicing yoga with her sister back at home, because if it weren't for her balance and flexibility, she would have been splayed out on the floor by now. The only thing keeping her from bursting out laughing (at Schmoe's pants and Barlow's now shoe-less foot) was the realization that they were actually stuck. And not even the professors knew how to unstick them.

Considering that a low lunge would be more comfortable than her current one-legged stand, Avalon gently slid her hovering foot back to rest on the piece of floor before the sticking charm started. Well, she didn't anticipate to get a hamstring workout today, but it seemed as if there was no other option. "Er, I don't know of any other unsticking charms." Avalon said sheepishly. And it seemed like the one Schmoe had tried didn't even work. She racked her brain for any other options.

Well, the blasting spell or reductor curse might work, but it also might leave the corridor in shambles, and a few of them without their lower extremities. So that was probably out of the realm of possibility. Not to mention the fact that this bizarre sticky stuff was probably immune to any counter-magic. The young Ravenclaw truthfully couldn't think of any other ideas, instead of shouting for someone to retrieve the Headmaster. And time was of the essence. By the looks of it, someone would be making another face plant soon.