 Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy
Jace was preoccupied shifting through his memory bank, trying to figure out if he could remember anything related to the texts or the hawk. So far, nothing comes to mind making him want to go to the library and see if he could find anything to be informed. It was all about information, right? People came forward, throwing instructions left and right, but Jace kept his silence. He instead used his wand for good and cast an umbrella charm over his head to keep the paint away from his person.
Professors Marchand and Vance stepped up to the plate, and the seventh year instinctively moved out of the way with his invisible umbrella on hand and watched the Charms professor do his thing. Soon as the barriers were in place, Jace kept his wand away and tucked it back into his shirt sleeve. "We're fine, Professor Vance, I think too it's just paint..." he said, looking at the others. Did they feel any different?
Jace however, did not have to step up towards Professor Marchand. He was old enough to siphon off the red stuff on his person. Once more, he got his wand out from his sleeve and began to clean up himself, starting from his shoes...
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |