Elijah had sat alone, rather mesmerised by his pygmy puff. They were cute but in a horrifying way. He couldn't help but see them as a cross between a come-to-life cotton ball, and hair ball that someone's cat had choked up... He didn't really want to be touching someone's regurgitated cat hair...

His thoughts on the pygmy puffs likeness were disturbed when a small commotion started not too far from himself. It appeared Oakey was... dancing? Not very well, either. Elijah tensed up slightly as the boy hopped about the place. That meant that one foot was in the air at all times and Elijah had been all too aware of Oakey's tendency to fling his boots about the place and Elijah's face had only recently gone back to full blown gorgeousness after their last encounter.

But then he saw Vickers trying to help the assassin Hufflepuff. Ouch. His bestie, his pal, his bro, his potions amigo! He was betraying him for his arch enemy! (maybe slightly over-exagerrated).

Hmph. Well. That was just fine.

He turned his back on the pair and set his little fluff ball down on the grass. Just concentrate on your own work, Elijah. Don't worry about the assassin and the traitor. This is a spell you could really use! Helping make the unattractive slightly more attractive is something you've always wanted to do, no?

He practiced his arch wand movement, but it started out as nothing short of crap. His attention was seriously waning as he occasionally looked over his shoulder at the other two boys. By the looks of things Oakey had now retrieved his pygmy puff from his trousers (which explained the awful dancing) and Vickers seemed more concentrated on his own work now. It made Elijah feel better, somewhat

Trying slightly harder, he began with his wand motions again, practising his arch shape and mouthing the incantation, trying to get a feel for it on his tongue.

"Lunae pluvia niteo," he cast, eventually, aiming his wand at his pygmy puff. By the looks of things the creature seemed to have survived the threatened baldness that the spell could cause, which was good.

Picking the little guy up, he walked out of the shade and into a small area where the moonlight shone. Holding his pygmy puff up, he watched as it changed colours just as the charm had intended.

Excellent, the first and last time I will probably ever get a spell right first time. Elijah's passion for this spell and the potential help he could see it doing for the entire world probably acted as a great motivator for him when casting it. Or perhaps his favourite, Professor Bellaire, was just such a good teacher.

He took his little hair ball and placed it up on a tree branch amongst the other students'. Don't tell anyone this but Elijah was actually quite excited to see what was going to happen... in a CLASS... during a LESSON... where TEACHING was involved. He probably should go seek out Healer Tillstorm in regards to these unusual feelings.