With his robes sleeves still covering half his face, Vickers watched as the fallen Puff (Dale) got up and returned to his seat, staring albeit furtively if the boy was anything similar to how Lewis is now in his current state. But now the Professor was threatening him with detention for falling, Lewis commanded to her scary office after class and a young Slytherin gets doused with water for... talking apparently. By the time the Potions Mistress set her eyes on this Ravenclaw he was rooted to the spot of where he stood. That peculiar look to her face and a... promise?.. of an antidote within her stores if there ever was an outbreak. Extremely frightened as he still was, he began to calm down and hoped that Lafay would at the very least know something of how to control the contagion. Logically, that is more than enough reason to make sure he gets on her good side, cuz you know, he wants to be saved and all or have a chance to save himself

Cautiously he returned to his seat, head turning sharply at the last statement--Vindictus freezing up to? It took all his self-control not to just bolt up and scram, but there was one other curious word he heard-- an orb. Before his uncle left so suddenly he had whispered to him something about a strange orb at Hogwarts. His uncle would not say anything else about the matter since it was all 'Ministry business', only to forewarn his nephew to use utmost caution when faced with the unexplainable.

Like whats happening right now.

As if in a daze he watched the Professor proceed with the dissection process, pressing his lips in a thin line as he tried to steel himself with the task at hand. He watched as other students began opening their Plimpies up, and seeing as none of them as frozen up or collapsed out of their seats, begrudgingly took his own scalpel and scourgifying it out of habit. Eyes finally falls on the pathetic Plimpy in front of him. Im sorry he mouthed sorrowfully before sliding the scalpel to take the fins away, one by one.

He stared at the legs. Those had to come off too. Rotate them around he did, he gave a few sharp tugs, the leg resisting to come off until it finally did with a painful sound of the skin ripping off. His brain said it was dead and could not feel pain, but his gut couldnt stand his perceived excruciating process, so on the next leg he located the joint with the tip of his scalpel, wedged it and quickly popped it off, quickly separating the leg by slicing the skin and muscles with one swift motion.

He could feel like he was dying inside.