 Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese
Aaron began to giggle at the man's proclamation of HUFFLEPUFF!, but then he stopped himself. Because he was a FIFTH YEAR now...and that meant he was an older, more mature Aaron Botros. So, instead, he beamed at the new Headmaster and bounced on the ball of his feet a bit. He'd just have to get the excitement out in other, more appropriate ways. So he wasn't embarrassing himself... cause that tended to happen a lot these days.
Being a teenager was really embarrassing. All on its own.
It was difficult to maneuver with so little light, but the Hufflpuff did his best, inching closer to the teacher and his classmates. The false moon, actually, wasn't that helpful, given that it was mostly obscured, but anyway. He had to stop himself from casting lumos. There was an aesthetic at play, and who was he to disturb it. And though this was a lesson about Hinkypunks (he was assuming again), this setting would've worked great for Werewolves, as well. Spooky!
...and HOUSE ELF!.... That was a house elf, yeah? He squinted in the direction of the popping noise.. and the high-pitched, squeaky voice. It sounded like one of the elves. He didn't allow himself much time to debate it, however. All would be revealed in good time...he figured. The class wasn't that long.
Back on topic! "Poisonous or harmful plants. For example, Devil's Snare. It thrives in the dark, and the wet. So...say a person accidentally steps too close to it, or steps ON IT... It could suffocate the life right out of them!" But not exclusively Devil's snare. Plants were generally terrifying, given their unassuming appearance. Of course, bees required flowers to live, so those weren't that terrible.
__________________ We live in cities you'll never see onscreen..._______________________________________________
So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________
Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
We're on each other's team._____
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