Did she say something? Not that something he wanted her to say about him. Tooootally the opposite. And the Curly!Puff wasn’t helping with him trying to ignore his Kurumi!angst by continuously harping about it, like scratching a wound thats struggling to heal.

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Then chaos ensued. In the middle of the Forbidden Forest. Oh yeah it just keeps getting better and better.

He turned his head towards Elijah, the Ravenclaw’s features contorted into disbelief and a silent scream. Stop yelling fool! Bowtruckles would be the least of their problems when the whole Forest population zeroes in on where they are. Oh yeah a knockback jinx while the creature you’re trying to knock back is on your wand hand. Yes brilliant! Now its plain to see why he wears the yellow robes.

People fainting, hiding behind bushes, verbalizing what he just did ( ) egg-collecting ( ), freezing-- WHAT?

His attention is pulled towards the sudden appearance of the Dragon Keeper. Alright! Instructions on how to save their skin….

.... which carried on with what he did earlier. So that wasn’t a mistake? Huzzah!

But there was soooo many bowtruckles now he wasn’t sure if hoisting all the buckets towards the treeline would be the best way to get all the bowtruckles cleared out. What if the creatures miss the flying buckets? What if some are just dense like that?

So instead he picked up several long-ish sticks and gritted his teeth, struggling to keep his screaming OC squeamishness as he drew near the lice-filled buckets. He dipped the sticks into it and allowed the lice to crawl all around it, levitating one stick and dangling it temptingly at a group of snapping Bowtruckles “Hey look what I got…. Yeah.. yeah?.. you like that right? Go fetch!” he said, levitating that stick towards the treeline then dropping it on the forest floor. He repeated this a few more times. Clenching his jaw tightly to keep himself from getting sick, he levitated one lice-covered stick after another out of the buckets, hover over the bowtruckles then bait them out of the clearing.

Just goooo Bowtruckles. Or you'll have Vickers' breakfast as an extra with your lunch.


Aaaaaaand they were gone... bowtruckles hopping and slinking off one by one until it was only them Wizards and Witches left in the forest. From where he stood he saw something dull catching whatever light filtered from the trees. "There's something there." he pointed at the location of what looks to be some kind of dully shiny thing. He looked around their class "Anybody dropped their stuff?" a likely scenario given the panic that just occured.