Mordred started to copy the illustration before them and also took down notes about the different uses of Plimpy parts. He was about to write down the sixth year’s answer when all of a sudden he stopped. He made a confused face as he eyed the ink that was ruining his parchment still waiting for the prefect to continue his answer. He then turned his head to where Lewis was. He wasn’t moving as if somebody petrified him. What was going on? Their head of house then sent a jolt of electricity in the hopes of reviving him. Who in the name of Merlin would dare pull a prank under Lafay’s nose? Whoever it was should start writing his last will.