“Nice to meet you!” Lisa offered Quinn a warm smile. “That’d be great!” She was hopeless at baking save for licking the spoon clean from the cookie dough batter. Mmm... that was the best part. She was starting to feel hungry as she thought about making cookies with her Eomma and getting to lick the spoon.

Stuck in a room with a basilisk or cockatrice sounded absolutely horrid! She shivered at the thought and then leaned over to whisper, “Has that... y’know ever happened at Hogwarts?” Cause.. y’know... based on some stories that she had learned then she wouldn’t be surprised if it had. But it was a hypothetical situation, right? Right. “As long as you could hide then your eyes could adjust but their must be some sort of charm to help ease your eyes almost into night vision mode... But maybe camouflaging or hiding yourself from those terrifying creatures could work?” she said, building off of Quinn’s ideas. “What else?”

Even though the Professor had moved on class to learn the incantation and charm, Lisa was still running through possible scenarios. Suddenly, she heard and saw students practicing. Huh? That was quick. She looked down at her notebook and noticed that she hadn’t written anything down but thankfully Claudine’s question helped and watching the older students try it helped too.

Good. Good.

Lisa made a point to jot down notes to help herself later cause she would most certainly need to practice.

She picked up her wand and traced the shape. She traced her eyes with her wand as if she were drawing goggles on herself. She didn’t dare utter the incantation until she felt comfortable.

Err... how did one pronounce the incantation again? “Professor... is it VISIO-NEM or VISION-EM?” She wanted to make sure she got the pronunciation just right.

A charm to see in the dark? Alright, well that was kind of one of the coolest things and he almost was excited about this. The endless possibilities! He heard her say it worked on objects from a distance but... could he use it to read up close? These were things he would have to give a try later if he managed to successfully cast the charm. Before the lights went out, Evan quickly added it to his list and shoved his belongings back into his bag.

So the lights were going back down now too? Well, that wasn't too bad, at least he didn't need to move from his desk until the charm was completed and he could move around again. He noted the answer to Claudine's question, and did listen curiously for the answer to Lees' as well, though he was going to try anyways based off what he'd heard Professor Peralta say the first time. He practiced the incantation under his breath, leaving his wand on the desk in front of him, "Visionem Nocte, Visionem Nocte, Visionem Nocte". Once satisfied on the saying, he moved on to adding the wand. The motion was rather self explanatory, so he moved his wand first to his right eye and drew a circle, and then raised to his left.

And seriously misjudged the distance, stabbing himself in the cheek. "Ow!"

... At least it was dark and no one could see that, or the bright red his face was as he tried it again.

Right eye. Left eye. "Visionem Nocte!"

Noah could not help but stare at the first year. Sure enough, her answer made sense as it was a form of sneaking out and that darkness could help to get the job done, but the context that it was applied to had caused the Gryffindor to take a pause. "Erm... but what if you ran into your captor because, well, you can't see too?" They were both in the dark, after all.

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It was when the Professor explained the charm that Noah glanced at Ollie again, and gave her a nod. If she could employ the spell on her eyes, then chances of success at escaping her captor would be higher. Hmm. Now it made sense.

Noah got his writing implements out and quickly scribbled down the spell, the incantation, its use, and the many side effects. While writing the steps down however, he had to quickly make side notes regarding the finer details, thanks to Claudine, and then had his hand up too to get the professor's attention. "Professor, does it really matter if we apply the spell on the right eye first? Is it not interchangeable?" he was a proud Leftie, but woe are they for the world favours the Righties... well, most of the time anyway.

SPOILER!!: Nem

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Had it not been for a certain Headsman at the start of term, Nem might have thought nothing of that little comment from Peralta, about losing one's sense of touch. Lack of sensation. Still, they didn't barrel down the path of irrationality - not their thing - but silently stared at the professor as they considered the matter.

Another professor hitting so close to the mark; idiotic to write it off as coincidence a second time. But Nem knew how to deal with it now, and they said nothing more. Peralta was out.


Peralta was out, but Nem was still staring unwaveringly in her direction when the activity got underway. They didn't drag their eyes away until they heard their name, and looked instead towards Cambridge.

Partners. "Sure thing," they said, ever the helpful and gracious student. Spying an abandoned chair nearby - some other student who'd gone to partner with someone a fair distance away - Nem reached out a long leg, hooked a foot around it, and dragged it over for Cambridge to sit at their desk too. "Step into my office."

They drummed their fingers on the desk, leaned back in their chair, and briefly side-eyed Peralta again before turning their attention properly to Cambridge. "What do you reckon? I'd say darkness is good for stealth, but honestly, what better way to seem wicked sketchy if you're found. Out in the open is usually better. For hiding too." Nem didn't so much as smile, but the sentiment was there. "So something more practical."

That “step into my office” made this seem like a million times more legit, the fact they got her a chair was, too. It was probably the wrong idea, but she felt like she was having a meeting with a proper criminal mastermind and needed to make sure she was pulling her weight so she wouldn’t get cut out. Had to be useful to the end.

“Definitely better to be found out in the open. If I do something, I want people to know, especially if I’m trying to get a message across.” If they didn’t know it was her, how would they begin to respond appropriately?

They had to know.

“It’s good when you want people to go away. Sure, you can cast lumos or flip the lights on, but if you’re already in a lit place and wanna make it clear you’re done talking, hit the lights and wait for them to take the hint. Keep it up for as long as they insist on trying.” Eventually they would get the message.

But they were moving on. Hunting mice in the dark. That sounded like a recipe for everyone tripping over each other even with the spell in play. That being the case, and because she wasn’t in any real rush to become a rodent exterminator or a part of creature control, Emmerson remained where she was.

She would practice the spell.....for a while, then if she felt inclined to, she would get a mouse. So many kids, would the Professor reeeeaally notice one less?

“Visionem Nocte.... Visionem Nocte.... Visionem Nocte.”

Don’t mind her, just casually trying to NOT do permanent damage to her eyes because of a lack of practice.

”Another good question. You want to say it like Visio-nem.”

”For this spell, you want to go right to left. To be quite honest, I’m not sure why, that’s just the way it works.” He was welcome to try it the other way, though she couldn’t guarantee it wouldn’t backfire.

Ollie was confused by Noah's question. If she was running away from her captor, how could she run into them? But Ollie couldn't dwell on it for long. The Professor had redirected the class back to her as she gave them the instructions to proceed. Well, at least now she had the okay to use magic.

She listened to Noah's question to the professor and scoffed. She tunred back to him "Really? If she told you how to do the charm, why would you differ from it? As an older student, you'd think that you'd know that magic is very precise and has to be done exact. So, right first." Okay, maybe that was a bit unnecessary... but he did sound a little too cocky for Ollie's liking and she didn't mind knocking him down a peg. She nodded before pushing the chair back to its spot and finding her way back to her desk.

Okay, now for the fun! She recited the charm in her head practicing the wand movements as she did. "Visionem Nocte" She said, doing small circles around first her right eye, than her left. And voila! She could see the objects with a bright green tint just as the professor had said. She made her way up to the front of the room and grabbed a basket.

Remy listened to the Professor with eyes wide at the activity. While it sounded like an AWESOME spell to learn, it also sounded a little complicated, and that was just the incantation alone! She was at least glad that they weren't using REAL mice. She thought about continuing to practice it tonight in the dormitory.

Visionem Nocte. It was such a long incantation, waaaaaaah....

"Visio-nem... visionem... nocte." Remy closed her eyes as she practised, which she often did to focus a little better. "Visionem Nocte... Visionem Nocte." Repeating it was easy, but once you had to do the wand movement and the actual intent at the same time, that's when it got tricky.

Still, no harm in just going for it. Although she did feel extremely nervous about pointing her wand at her eyes, especially in a dark room like this.

Remy pointed the wand to her right eye, since the professor said to start there, and drew a circle with it, then repeating it on her left eye. "Visionem Nocte."

The Gryffindor blinked, and was able to SEE IN THE DARK. The thrill was overwhelming for a moment, since she hadn't often mastered a spell first time before. OH - she should have gotten her mouse out first, right?!?! Remy rushed over to retrieve one, ready to begin the race...

.. Well, the first attempt was a failed one as it was still quite dark in the room. Hearing Professor Peralta's response to his sister, Evan realized he had in fact said the incantation wrong so he tried again. Being extra careful with his wand this time in order to not repeat past painful mistakes. He circled his right eye, and then his left, "Visio-nem Nocte!"

The second time was much more successfully, as he blinked to adjust and started noticing the green glowing items scattered around the room. There was one not too terribly far away, so he stood and carefully made his way around the obstacles in his path, reaching down to scoop the basket he'd had his eye on and opening it to pull out the toy mouse. It was kind of cute, and he liked his pattern - bright green polka with a blue background. He pulled out the mouse, before lowering it to the ground and letting it lose.

And counting down. One. Two. Three.

He could see it had gone primarily left, towards a slide and he was half curious to see if it could make it up. How powerful was the little thing?

Four. Five. Six.

It took a sharp turn when it went near the slide, before crossing paths with another mouse. He had to really focus to make sure from this distance he was still watching his mouse.

Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.

And he was off after where it had disappeared, a walk so as not to run into anyone. If he was following the right mouse, it was over by a foam tunnel.

Claudine was quite sure that Peralta could see her so she nodded in acknowledgement. With the wand movement cleared up, she did a few practice movements. That also out of the way, it was time for the real thing. “Visionem Nocte.” A circle around the right eye, a circle around the left. Annnd… nothing. The girl was still seeing all black. Claudine repeated the process about three times afterward and on her fourth try, was successfully. She blinked a few times to adjust her sight to the green and glowing light. Wow. This spell was unbelievable!

The next step? The basket and the mouse. The sixth year made it over easily to one of the baskets where she retrieved the mouse within. Her mouse had a series of diamond shaped patterns on the head. Yes, Claudine would definitely be able to locate this one and know it was hers. On the floor it was placed.

One… two… three...four...five...six...seven...eight….nine….t en.

Let the fun begin.

Right. Right. As expected, the world favoured the Righties.

Noah was halfway through his quick note-taking, when he paused and gave the Slytherin a good look. The Gryffindor snorted after a while, shaking his head as he finished his writing. "Last time I checked, this was a school wherein I can question things. That's how learning works." he said as he cleaned up his desk, and got his wand from his arm holster, "Besides, I did not ask for your opinion." he thought as he gave the retreating form of the first year a good look.

Well, whatever. He was not going to lose his cool over something so petty. Onto the next activity, then!

"Visionem Nocte." Noah practised the incantation over and over again, and mimicked the wand movement without directing it at his eyes first. Once he was comfortable with the words, he went on to perform the spell on his eyes.

And then the lights were off. Again. With a sigh, Noah lifted his left wand arm, and performed the Nightvision Spell on him. "Visionem Nocte." first circle on the right eye, second circle on the left eye. Hmp. Righties.

Noah waited... and waited... and eventually got bored, so he closed his eyes for a while, wondering if he'd done the spell right. What, was he going to flunk Charms too? The paranoia got him to open his eyes, and was amazed at what he saw. Nightvision just like those goggle things that muggle soldiers put on in movies! Awesome-saaaauuuuuceee!

Right. The basket. And...toy rat. The Gryffindor got up from his seat, and jumped over a rogue toy rat that came zooming towards him, and side-stepped away from a student who chased after it. So far, so good. He could see in the dark.

Fishing out the rat from his basket, he'd let the toy run loose and counted to 10 before setting off to find it. It was a good thing Professor Peralta chose toy rats. Imagine if she'd gone for pigs in the mud.

Lisa was GLAD that she had asked a clarifying question. “Thanks,” she nodded to the Professor before writing down the pronunciation in her note book. Right. Time to practice.

“Visio-NEM. VISIO-NEM. Visio-nem... Visionem!” she said. And then she said the phrase on repeat over and over again like a broken record stuck on one line of the chorus. Once she felt comfortable with her pronunciation, she moved on to putting the two together. Alright. Let’s see.....

“Visionem!” and then she traced her eyes, left first and then right.

Oops.... She was so focused on the Visionem part, she forgot the Nocte!

She went back to pronunciations just to make sure she got it right...

The polka dot mouse was a playful one, scampering up the foam tunnel and running along the length of it. It paused only for a moment, and then it disappeared from view again. Hope you like hide and seek!

Fun indeed.

The diamond patterned mouse took off like lightning towards a patch of tall foam cylinders, zig-zagging through them as it met up with some of the other freed mice to form a little pack. Safety in numbers, right?

This mouse was looking to make friends and instead of running away from the students, it ran right for one. Miss Nam’s head looked like the perfect place to perch and it was easy enough to climb up her leg.

When she realised she couldn’t put off the inevitable anymore, Emm knew it was time to cast on herself. This was it. The thing that would decide if she’d need to see Professor Peralta after class to get a new pair of eyes or not. The Gryffindor took a deep breath, then, “ Visionem Nocte.”

Blink. Blink.

This was probably what the Slytherin common room looked like, she decided. A moment later, she realised she could still see. A moment after THAT Emm realised the Professor was busy watching the other kids chasing rats or answering questions along the way.

She wondered...if....hmm.....

Emm sank down beneath her desk, pulling her feet up to her chest to make sure she fit neatly under there. She couldn’t help but wonder...and class was meant for learning everything about spells...and this was a far more practical use than chasing rats and.....slowly....looking over her shoulder at least twice, Emmerson pulled the magazine from the inside of her robes.

”Whoa...” It worked!!! It actually worked!!!! Emmerson quietly flipped back to the page she’d been on, eagerly scanning to find where she’d left off. Bcbbfjvbgkurgkuvrsg she couldn’t believe it worked!!!

Ah....stinging hex. Nice choice, Jessica.

It felt so weird, being able to see in the dark, but it left a giddy feeling inside. She was definitely going to practise this tonight, maybe even stalk the corridors after hours and cause mischief. Okay, probably not the latter.

Remy peeked inside to find her perfect mouse, with a heart shape on its head. She still felt bad for them, event though they were fake. They were a pretty realistic model. She picked up a mouse and placed it on the ground, still holding onto it before she let it go. She had a quick glance around the room at the other students frantically chasing their mice and giggled. It looked difficult, but so much fun.

Back on track, she let the mice go and started her countdown.

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one...

GO!

Oh, man.

This mouse was fast!

Claudine tore after it, as she could see it quite clearly making an attempted escape. She maneuvered in order to avoid colliding with other students. Once, she actually lost sight of it as she dodged but the diamond pattern was easy to recognise. Unfortunately, that relief was short lived.

After it had reached the cylinders, she lost it as it joined a few other mice. Catching up to the group, Claudine quickly sought out that diamond pattern.

Smiling at Heath as he approached relief immediately covered her. She hated not getting a partner. It was absolutely awkward when you didn't get picked. "Oh that'd be great Heath, thanks." She meant it.

She had gone to open her mouth to get to work on their question to work on in pairs but she was too slow and class was moving forward. "Oh, want to stay close for this next part if we can?" She supposed the mouse would determine if they would be able to help each eachother.

Oh the lights were out.

He was relieved when his mouse had scampered up to running on top of the foam tunnel instead of inside of it, as he was not looking forward to trying to follow it through. But honestly it was so fast he'd hardly had time to scurry alongside the tunnel where it had gone before the mouse had disappeared from his view.

Oh bother.

Hide and seek was fun with his siblings and neighbor kids. But when he felt his grade was riding on it? NOPE.

Evan got down on all fours to peer inside the tunnel again, and then UNDER the tunnel and along side it before still coming up empty. He glanced over at the other obstacles and noticed a slide nearby, so he scurried towards that and searched behind the actual slide portion.

Ready or not, here we come little mousey.

“VISIO-NEM NOCTE! Visionem Nocte!” she practiced her pronunciation once more and then went to grab her wand to perform the spell. As she was lifting the wand to her eyes, she felt something on her leg.

What was that?

Lisa had felt this sensation once before in the beauty shop- Madame Pimpernelle’s- where she met another girl WHO HAD A MOUSE AS A PET. She shivered and felt her tummy flip flop as she felt the THING climb up her body.

All of a sudden, it stopped moving and she froze. Her heart beat really really quickly. “IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY HEAD?!?” she asked, hoping to Merlin’s BREAD that it wasn’t a mouse. She didn’t even want to cast the spell to look.

She cast the spell. “Visionem Nocte!” and then drew her glasses with her wand over her eyes. Lisa looked around her SLOWLY. Her heart was still racing and she was shaking. She bit her lip to stop herself from letting out a panicked yelp or worse... SCREAM!

Okay... what? Noah, whose arms were folded across his chest, watched as his toy mouse made a beeline for something... or in this case, someone. The Gryffindor was prepared to climb and roll, even dig this time, now that he could see things, but he did not expect for his toy mouse to end up on a person.

A kid, even.

With a sigh, the Gryffindor calmly walked up straight towards the first year and just... well, stared at his toy mouse that was now comfortably perched on her head. "Erm... you've got... my mouse." he said, pointing at the top of her head lazily. "Do you mind getting it for me?" to be honest he wasn't comfortable getting in the kid's space bubble because they were always unpredictable with their limbs. He's got two younger siblings who could attest to that. And with a mouse, although not real, Noah wasn't sure how she'd react. Girls in general seem to be queasy about it too.

The worst she could do is scream and swat it towards his face and go on a full on panic attack. She did look like she was about to lose it though...

Was today going to be Attack Noah's Face Day?

A calm voice interrupted the panic storm inside and Lisa turned her gaze to the left slowly. She found a good looking Gryffindor boy- older than she- with sharp, sharp cheekbones and a calming presence. Wow. His voice made her feel very zen in this weird moment as she stared at him. She bit her lip before taking a. Deep breath through her nose.

He wanted her to what?!?

“You. Want. Me. To.... Pass it?” she asked as she shakily moved her hands up to grab the mouse but found herself instantly lowering them. “I don’t think I can touch it... last time I had a mouse on my head... I broke colour dye potions in the beauty shop in Diagon alley. I was trying to get him off.... I ended up with tie dyed hair..” Lisa grimaced at the memory.

“Can you grab him pleaaaaase?”

Huh? Was there something on his face? Was he bleeding again and he didn't know? Noah blinked a couple of times, and just focused on the task at hand. His mouse was literally within reach, but grabbing it would've freaked out the young kid. Having to chase a mouse was chaotic enough, and he didn't need a screaming kid to add to the challenge.

Well, at least, she decided not to. Noah tilted his head to the side, and listened to what the kid was saying. So... the last time she had a mouse on her head, she broke hair dyes inside a shop. And oooh, that's got to hurt. "Erm... okay. I'm sorry about your hair." Hair was SUPER important. Next to the face, yes. His dad would've had a fit (in his own brooding way) if it had been him.

"Well... if you're sure." the Gryffindor said as he got closer to the first year, and reached out towards his toy mouse. "Keep still." he said calmly to the kid and slooooowly lowered his hand on her head.

The thing with mice and rodents in general was that they were unpredictable. Merlin knows what this one's going to do next.

It was a nice try, Neva would give her that. Unfortunately for Cambridge, the Charms Professor made it a habit to check in on the students that were, well, more likely to get into a bit of trouble during her classes. That meant that while she hadn’t initially seen the Gryffindor sink down beneath her desk, after having not seen her for a few minutes, Neva went looking.

”Miss Cambridge.” Her voice boomed from somewhere behind the third year. ”If you don’t put that away and start participating, I’ll be forced to send every mouse in the room over there to turn that magazine into mouse bedding. Do I make myself clear?” And as if on cue, Remy’s little mouse seemed to think Cambridge needed a little bit more help to get moving. Neva couldn’t help but smile.

This little mouse wanted cuddles and the third year all curled up under her desk looked like the perfect person to cuddle with. The creature wasted no time scampering towards the Gryffindor being scolded, making its way right on up her back! Better hurry if you want to get in on the cuddle action, too!

Miss Diamond mouse had made friends with Mr. spotted mouse and the two were making their way for a foam tunnel of love. First one, then the other hurried into the darkness. Looks like you might have to crawl in there after them!

And as the boy searched behind the slide, he might’ve felt his little friend crawl right on up him quick as anything, though the feeling didn’t last long as the mouse made a jump for the top of the slide. Was it your imagination or was that a squeak of glee as the little mouse slid down the slide? Maybe you should try it, too!

NOT TODAY, GRYFFINDOR!

As if sensing it was about to be caught, the mouse made a desperate leap for the boy’s head, sticking the landing. Too bad hair was so important to the boy because his wasn’t going to look so nice when this mouse got done with it!

O____O

Emmerson jumped at the sudden sound of the Professor...somewhere...somewhere...uhhh....Emm peered out from beneath her table just in time to see a mouse scampering toward her. Still coming down from the threat of having her magazine ripped to shreds, it was the only explanation she could consider. The only thing that obviously made sense. The Professor was obviously making good on her threat without giving her a chance to make the necessary corrections.

“Eeeeeeekkkkk!!!”

The Gryffindor shot to her feet, accidentally flipping the desk in her rush to rise to her feet. “Get it off!! Get it off! Get it off!” she folded her magazine and began slapping at herself, trying to dislodge the little pest. She would NOT allow it or anyone else to destroy this mag before she got through the makeup tips and fall looks section.

“Kill it! Somebody kill it!”

Or she would.

Claudine saw you, Mousey.

She also saw that you were making a great escape with a buddy. The girl tried to hurry after the pair but they vanished in a tunnel. Ugh. This was so frustrating. Could she just Summon her mouse? Claudine hesitated, not really keen on getting on her hands and knees to crawl after the mice. Then again, she didn’t want to be among those students who hadn’t managed to capture their mice.

So, it was onto all fours that the sixth year got. Into the tunnel she went, staring through her magically adjusted vision. Where was her mouse?

Remy’s eyes darted around as she caught up with her mouse, getting momentarily disoriented from all of the other mice zooming about. Finally, she caught sight of the heart shape on its head and watched where it headed… towards another Gryffindor….

…. Noooooo…. anyone but that Gryffindor.

She thought about just ditching the mouse that was snuggling up to Emmerson Cambridge. But her constant smacking as she tried to hit the mouse away struck with her.

“Hey, don’t hurt it!” Maybe hurt was the wrong word, since it wasn’t a living thing. But Remy felt sorry for the poor little thing, especially being close to that grump. Remy invaded any social distance and reached out her hands to try and catch the mouse that was scurrying around the older girls body.

“Stop moving and let me catch it.” Ugh this was the WORST.