Punz had just finished her doodle of The Giant Squid when suddenly, a dark SPLOTCH of ink landed on her pristine drawing. She gasped dramatically and glanced toward Willow to find the perpetraitor.

And Punz gasped yet again, because poor Willow was soaked in ink, and some Gryffindor on her other side was apologizing. "Oh geez," she murmured and shook her head, pulling a handy old purple hankerchief out of her bag.

"Do you need some help, Willow?" Punz asked cheerfully, shaking the rag. "Muggle cleaning supplies usually work."

She started soaking up the ink on the desk with her rag as she tried to recall that vanishing spell...was it veneversco? Evernesco? Neverebsco?