Sean starts to raise his hand but a hufflepuff volunteer first. He decides it might be best to let him try it. Sean sits back and hopes for a show.

The Sudanese nodded in understanding and stood. "Would you prefer a physical attack or a magical one Professor?" He took off the worn satchel he always carried as he waited for Erickson's response.

Sean smiled, looked like he was going to see a show. He looked around at the other students. He saw a few nervous faces, but many didn't seem to care. Sean had hoped something fun would happen and now he was sure something was about to.

Alex smirked at the back of the classroom.

Tancred had been quite quiet during the first Herbology lesson for this term. He was quite tired, seeming he had had a rough night of thinking about what he should do with her. She couldn't be his no more. He had to give up and let the Annoying One win. It wasn't like he would be loosing much; he loved another. He just hoped she loved him back.

He kept his eyes watching what was going on in the front of the classroom. Apedemak was going to try to attack Erikson. This would be interesting to see.

Nodding, he drew a long curved dagger from the travel worn satchel that rested in his seat. Holding it in a reverse grip his slow measured strides carried him to the front of the classroom where rows of desks would not confine his movements. The Sudanese boy's last few steps were made with bent knees and he moved on the balls of his feet, the stance was predatory. His sun drop golden eyes met Armand's navy blue orbs, something slithered behind the Sudanese boy's eyes. Then Apedemak lunged, springing forward covering the short distance and sweeping the dagger in a tight arc aiming for his teacher's torso.

Apdemak closed his eyes, forcing himself to concentrate and not think like a caged animal. Such loosed passions would end poorly. Despite the tension around his throat he forced his breathing to stay even. 'Try to simply pull free, without cutting.' Armand had said. Obediently, he tried to pull his wrist and dagger free of the clutching vine.

The Sudanese boy rolled his wrist to stretch the so recently bound muscles. He kept his eyes closed and took several more measured breathes before speaking. The professor's point was well made, hopefully the other students would understand Armand's full meaning. "It bit deeply and threatened to cut off circulation in the limbs that it bound. The plant's hold was comparable to a vice's grip, it's unrelenting hold does not allow movement and would suffocate its victim if allowed to persist. It is a situation that is not conclusive to life or growth of any kind and should not be tolerated."

"Good vine," he acknowledged grudgingly.

Alex smiled as he stood. "Sure I will." He flicked his wand out and cast the charm at the front of the classroom. "About there?"