Originally Posted by Scorpio Vulpeculae

“What the!” Sabbath clutched his side and stumbled sideways upsetting a stack of containers which clattered down to the floor. Something or someone had suddenly poked him in the ribs - oomph! He looked around but couldn’t see anything.

He picked up one of the containers which had already oozed it’s bluish contents in an arc across the stone flooring. He read the label, “WIZ - the laundry detergent preferred by 4 out of 3 housewitches”, he lowered the somewhat misogynistic container and looked around. Had the professor even noticed? It seemed he was busy talking to the class about moving again, so probably not.

Should he try to aguamenti this mess, or should he just get out of there (he was leaning towards the latter)? And more importantly, who or what had poked him in the first place? He clutched his rib where he’d been poked and glanced around.