When the other dude started freaking out, he shouted so loud that Dale was brought out of his concentration and he jumped nearly a foot in the air, so that the plimpy he still had a hold of nearly went out of his hands and across the class. Panicking slightly, he reached out for it before it could go too far, but the sliminess and his grip were not friends, and so it shot out of his hand again. This repeated until finally he just about caught it but the foot.

Didn't seem the healthiest way, but at least the legs were untied.

Placing the slippery little bugger back on his desk, Dale realised he had been standing by that point and hurriedly sat down.

Ahem.

Nothing. Happened.

As Lafay spoke, he hurriedly scribbled down notes and drew a super basic version of the Frish (because saying Plimpy was ridiculous, right?). Nevertheless, he wrote PLIMPY at the top and underlined it.

Cautiously, Dale raised his hand. He was quite afraid, at this point, of being wrong. The Hufflepuff had TRIED reading ahead and reading up to this point, but he was furiously catching up with all his other subjects.

"I can't really think of anything specific, Professor, but... I guess... I mean it could be that... you know in spas? They usually have things that are in some way from or related to the sea. Like, you get seaweed wraps and stuff like that, and it kind of rejuvenates people. That could be one reason," he started to lower his hand as he added. "Or, you know, that whole 'healthy omega three' thing."

They were fish... right?

Or Dale could just be completely wrong.