Jake cracked up laughing for a second. He hadn't encountered too many Ravenclaws, but they always had him laughing.

"Hmmm... whaa... NUUUUU!!!!! NOT THE FACE!" Jake cried, forgetting his limited magical ability and turning to run. "It's the money-maker!"

Remembering suddenly, Jake aimed his wand over his shoulder, "Pr-" He only got so far into his sheild charm, before the hex hit him. His least favourite curse. "ACK!" he gagged, feeling the horrible flapping things on his face.

Looking up, Jake sent back his attempt at that jinx which made people lose their fingers. Finger-removing jinx or something. Pfft, the most it would do would be to trim the fingernails if I cast it... and I did... because I just heard me...

"Protego!" Jake remembered this time, not sure if it would hold up.

Aaaaaaaaaand maybe not... it was soon shattered by the Ravvie, but the jinx didn't quite... oh yes, it did. Jake threw hmself on the floor as he rebuilt his sheild and tried to crawl to shelter using only his hands. As he moved he cast a quick "MORSUS!" at this new girl.

And Jake had found his favourite spell.

Mwahahaha...

ooc: see a few posts back for the morsus definition