Louisa turned to look at the professors as they filed in after her. Her amused look was instantly wiped off her face and replaced by a hard I-Have-Attitude one. She was mad at both of them at the moment, especially Roslund since he knew very well that she had a boyfriend who doesn't go by the name of Paulie Foster and yet he confirmed Hadley's 'hallucinations'. The fact that he might've forgotten the whole conversation was not acceptable for Louisa right then, so... yep, she was going to stay mad for a while.

When the professor flicked her wand and the bubble was wrapped around her head and another one around Roslund's, Louisa instinctively moved closer to the only other person, ready to hide behind him in case something was shot at them. The professors were taking safety precautions after all.

Were they going to drown them? Shackle them and fill the room with water to force them surviving? WHATWASTHATCHARMFOR?!

Oh.

They were going to wear shirts. Well, what was the whole show of Bubble charm for then? Louisa's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched Hadley pick up two shirts off the wall. Once she moved her hand with the shirts, Louisa's eyes watered. WHAT in the world was that awful, stinging, poisonous smell? She blinked several times, wrinkling her nose and made a face. She was NOT going to wear a shirt that grew molds, nope. She held the filthy yet looking clean shirt with two fingers, "I don't think it's healthy to be near this, professor." Not for those who cared about their image in public.

... at Hadley's question next, Louisa spoke quickly, "It's because we talked to a friend, who happened to be from the opposite gender, in the library and was standing within a foot away from each other." Sarcasm: check. Bitterness: check. Guilty: heck, no. Apparently we have to be professors to do that, that was juuuust about to slip but she clenched her jaws to prevent it.