Originally Posted by Riverlynn

Lasca gave a squeal for fright as someone jumped out from behind a column. The young Ravenclaw dropped to the ground with a hard thud. She watched as the spell sped toward and with her scattered wits barely protected herself in time. "Protego!" She shouted in her thick accent. At that moment all she was concentrating on was her protection. The spell rebounded (Thankfully) and she glanced up to view her attacker. It was Professor Lupa!

Clutching her wand tightly she wobbled to a standing postition. She gave the professor a sketchy curtsy and a small smile. "Professor. How are you doing today?" Her smile faltered. "You are not going to attack me again? Are you?" She adjusted her grip on her wand and stood warily. How thankful she would be when this whole asssignment was over.