Defense against the dark arts, Blake was still unsure about this class. He had improved all year so far, but he still felt like he never really got the hang of it. Blake was lost in thought as he entered the class room and stopped dead in his tracts.

"Bubbles??" He asked out loud, not really for an answer, but more because he frequently suffers from word vomit. Blake moved forward into the room, and stood for lack for chairs or desks in awe at the bubbles, maybe today was going to be good lesson after all.