"Heyyy good job Kane!" the Gryffindor Ace grinned as the Hufflepuff worked on the butter. For his part he was just about done with popping the kernels. "Ok, we got ourselves a nice pile here. I'll work on the--"

OUCH!!

Something searing was crawling down his nape and down his neck,making its way down his back "Ow ow ow ow ow ow..." he stiffened and shook at the same time, trying to get whatever it was that was causing the HURTS, but his collar and sweater was getting in the way. What the heck is this thing? Whatever it was its gonna get grabbed and flung viol--

--eewwww what is this? Why is it slippery?

It was then that the room erupted into CHAOS. Ok some kind of accident with the butter? Well that explains things. Professor had enough on his hands and that the leonine lad decided not to bother him. Aguamenti'd his nape and as far as he can reach on his neck and back, cool that searing pain down quickly "Kane you ok?--" he checked distractedly at the Hufflepuff "--bud I gotta scram, get to the bathroom and cool this thing off." Cold compress or whatever. Which means he has to take his shirt off, and he still had enough wits about him to know that he couldnt do that here.

"Professor I'll be at the Prefects bathroom--" he called out at his Head of House as the Curly Top rushed out of the room.

Popcorn popped. Skylar glanced over to see how Olivia was going with the mixture, which seemed to going great, which meant time to add the mixture to the popcorn. Only... a hot butter bubble burst and splattered up, catching Skylar off guard as it splatted onto her dress. "EEeeeee" Goodness, what was it with Olivia and attracting hot things on her. First fire seeds, now hot butter?

Thankfully, it was only her robes pretty dress, but still. "I don't think water on a burn is good. Oooohhh what about that cooling spell the Professor taught us? That we were supposed to use on the popcorn?" Yup, brilliant idea, except they might get frostbite, but maybe she should try it on her robes first?

"Frigidus," she said, aiming her wand at her scalded dress, in the M shape. "Um... Olivia? I think my front is froze from my cold dress?" Okay, maaybeee that wasn't such a good idea.

Adding everything into the bowl and getting everything right went well for Rooney and Olivia. Honestly, they did work well together in class. Magic was something they both tried to make themselves perfect at. Getting there. When the timer finished, Rooney knocked it back to his satchel and grinned at the suggestion that he was going to be the one needing to make these popcorn balls. "Anything for you, my love." Hands buttered, the Ravenclaw princess took the mix and molded them carefully into enough ball shapes, setting them down into two sections, ready for Livvy to deal with her half of them.

"I appreciate your craftmanship, oh green one." And Roopunzel had even gone as far to cover one of his in sprinkles, shaped like flowers. For the flowers that Rapunzel wore in her hair. Then edible glitter, to signify the lights in the sky for Rapunzel's birthday. And then one in pure purple sprinkles because of this purple dress.

Perfect.

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Rooney hadn't even been able to set his popcorn balls onto the frying pan he had brought with him today when his stomach almost fell out of his bum at the noise that came out of his partner. His eyes sought out hers and he froze. Luckily, their Professor was able to step in and rectify everything that was going on in the class, because Rooney was no help at all. He stood there, hands buttered still, eyes wide and mouth agape. Flashbacks.

"Skylar!" she cried. Please don't die or get a bad burn. That would be awful and Olivia would feel so, so, so, so, so, SO awful. Yikes. First Herbology last year and now Charms this year. She was fairly certain that Skylar was never gonna stand near here when they were working with fire. Probably a wise decision. Olivia just had bad luck around fire apparently. So she definitely shouldn't go into a career with fire. That was probably something she could learn from all of this.

She was right. The water wasn't working. It provided some relief but not much. Erm. Olivia was about to start flailing her arms and crying SOS but stopped herself when Skylar suggested to use the spell that they had learned in class. That seemed like a good idea. The product of the spell was not so good. Her blue eyes widened to the size of saucers and she just STARED at the frozen dress. And then Skylar was saying that her front was frozen from the dress. Oh mon dieu. Not good. "We could try the heating charm slowly but my record with fire and you isn't looking so good. I'll get Professor Marchand." Where was the Professor? Come save us, please! Save our souls or arms and dress.

Must not panic.

"Or the hot air charm after is useful for drying without risk of fire... at least in my experience" but then again, it seemed Olivia seemed to attract fires without meaning to so perhaps even the most innocent of warm spells had the probability to go awry. Professor Marchand would know what to do, wouldn't he? So yes, professor assistance is definitely a good idea. On the plus side, she used the cooling charm, even if it was on the wrong object ...

To be honest, Olivia had worked herself up into proper hysterics...needlessly, sure, but pain from the burns...was a new type of pain to her. She'd never suffered a burn before. Broken bones, scrapped knees and hands, sunburn... Other types of hurt, but this was different...and...intense. It was intense...

The tears hadn't stopped once they'd started. Even after Professor Marchand cleaned the butter splotches off her face....He might've cleared about the slick, greasy substance, but just beneath it...her skin was already beginning to swell into blisters; a rather large one considering how massive the spot of butter had been. It covered almost a quarter of her cheek...

Thankfully, her frock had protected the length of her arm...but her hand had gotten a piece of it, as well. Along with a small spot on her neck. They had been initially overlooked...since her cheek had distracted from any other pain she might've been feeling at that moment. From any place.

With shaky fingers, the blonde lightly brushed over the new blister on her face...and then down to her neck where a smaller one had formed... The one on her hand... Well, that wasn't immediately seen, either.

She was being talked at...and other people were screaming and carrying on... A lot was happening...but all Liv wanted to do was go to the Hospital wing and have Healer Reed care for her. Since he was capable and she trusted him.... Trusted him over every other staff people, her Head of House included. That wasn't anything against Professor Marchand, of course...but Healer Reed was a Healer and had been privy to some very personal details about her life due to situations and circumstances. It was hard not to look to someone after such a candid experience.

"I......I just...want to g-go...." The tears were beginning to cease, but Liv was done with this classroom for the day. Her face needed tending to. NOPE, she would not be adding to her number of scars. She already had too many.

No one concern yourselves, Olivia could find the way on her own.

Gaston had barely enough time to draw his wand before another student's voice caused his head to whip around. Miss Holden and... what had happened to Miss Diggory? He was at the girls' side immediately. His heart dropped even further at the sight of the gryffindor girl's burns. Oh Merlin, how many more people had been injured because of his foolishness? "Here, th-this'll help," he said gently, emotion beginning to show in his voice and in his eyes. He traced his wand over the burn on her arm, and the hot butter disappeared.

Then he turned his attention to the Slytherin. One look at her dress, and he realized what must've happened. She tried to use the cooling charm on herself! He had to admire Miss Diggory for taking initiative, even if her method wasn't well-executed! He nodded toward Miss Holden as he overheard her mention a hot air charm; she had the right idea! "I'm going to use a slightly stronger version of the hot air charm to thaw this, okay? I promise it won't burn you," he said, raising his wand. Though what good were his promises? He'd once promised to keep his students safe, and look how that turned out! "Was it just your dress that got splashed, or were you burned too?"

He'd just finished assisting the two girls when yet another student was calling for him. He rushed to Miss Sparkes's side. A fresh pang of guilt gripped his heart as he saw the tears on her face, but the thing that touched him most was that she was begging for him to help someone else. He nodded, biting his lower lip. "I know... I'll help him, but I need to help you too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. He was afraid his voice would break fi he talked any louder. With a quick wave of his wand, he made the butter that had burned her arm vanish, then immediately turned his attention to Mr. Ashbury-Hawthorne.

The poor boy's expression looked every bit as guilty as the professor felt, and it shattered him! Miss Sparkes was assuring the Hufflepuff that it wasn't his fault, and before Gaston had the chance to warn him against it, Mr. Botros was hugging the other boy. He heaved a dejected sigh. "Mr. Ashb- Derfael, look at me," he saidd, bending so that his eyes were level with his student's. "It's okay; we know you didn't mean this to happen. None of this is your fault..." It's mine, he thought darkly. "Will you let me help you?" he asked, raising his wand to act. "We need to get that butter off you..."

Once that was taken care of, Gaston had a brief moment to step back and survey the damage. Students frightened, screaming, crying, burned... all because of him. He nodded absently as Mr. Salander excused himself to the prefects' bathroom. At least one of his students had escaped injury! Miss Phillips also left the room, and he watched her go, utter devastation written all over his face. She was right... cooking with magic wasn't worth learning. He should've known something like this would happen!

His mind wandered back into his past, to another incident of students being burned... but before he could become too lost in his memories, his eyes fell to Mr. Bronwyn, who looked every bit as shell-shocked as he felt. He hadn't been burned, had he? "Are you alright, Mr. Bronwyn?" Gaston asked, eyeing the head boy with concern.

Then he addressed the class once more, "Anyone who has been burned, go straight to the hospital wing once you're rid of the butter splashes!"

As Professor Marchand rushed over to help her and Skylar, Olivia couldn't help but notice the way he spoke. It was very emotional. Merlin. He must feel awful with how many students had gotten injured. She frowned slightly at first and then made sure to smile at him when he glanced up. "Thank you," she said with a grateful smile. She hoped that he wasn't taking this too, too hard on himself. Professor Marchand was a really nice person or what she knew of him. He had always been kind to her and a lot of students. Also he was her Head of House. Accidents happened. She'd hate to see him upset.

Olivia smiled softly when Professor Marchand mentioned that he would be using a heating charm to help Skylar's condition. Sweet! Her thought process was in the right direction. Then she remained silent as she watched the Professor suggest a solution for Skylar's frozen situation. "I'll stay here with you too, Skylar," she nodded. She felt really bad about the butter exploding on the Slytherin girl. It hadn't really been her fault. Olivia just felt awful that it had happened. Feeling a little guilty (though it wasn't her fault), she would remain even if her own burns hurt. Her arm and wrist didn't hurt so badly and she could apply more cold water to it with the augments charm, right?

Then she heard Professor Marchand's directions of going to the Hospital Wing. Oh Merlin. Healer Reed was going to be sad to see all those students there at the Hopsital Wing and he would definitely mention it to Olivia when she got there. He'd most likely make some comment about her ruining her record of not visiting the Hospital Wing. Last term, she had spent a lot of time there just because she was completely clumsy.

Skylar felt soooo badly at the way things turned out for the Charms Professor. He just seemed so down lately and then .... all these accidents happen under his presence and she just had this feeling like he was going to feel like a horrible teacher, which he wasn't. And she was going to have to go visit him and cheer him and remind him of this, because between finding his lonely self on the grounds a few months ago and now, well, it seemed comfort visits were in order. He was great and he just didn't realize it, or someone or something was getting to him.

Once he was done with Olivia, he turned on her to use a stronger hot air charm to thaw her dress. See, good wizard. "Thank you," Skylar murmured appreciatively, and then paused at his question. Honestly, she didn't know if she was burned underneath the dress, but she wasn't about to undress herself to find out. Not now, not in the hospital wing. Not before she at least made sure was decent with a tank top underneath it or something, covering herself. Which meant, saying the only logical thing that she knew would allow her to go to her dorm to investigate and change first. "Just my dress, it feels like." Skylar nodded, although the skin underneath did feel slightly irritated, it was nothing she wouldn't be able to handle herself. It was probably just from hot then freezing cold, then warm again. Right?

Glancing over at Olivia, when she said she'd stay with her, Skylar had to think that she was probably feeling all kinds of guilt. "It's okay... it was an accident, right?" Like she didn't purposefully splash butter. Splash guards would have been useful. "I think we're all good now, right, Olivia?" She smiled and then turned over towards Professor Marchand. "It was a lovely lesson, really. I'm sorry it ended the way it did, but perhaps next time we cook with magic, there's this special mundane device called a splash guard useful for protecting against hot oil splashes." You know, just a tip, nothing to be rude over. And she didn't even know why she was apologizing, because technically she did nothing wrong, but it just seemed like he could use some reassurance. Biting her lower lip, she then added quickly, "I'd offer a hug, but evidently that's inappropriate, so just know the thought is out there. So perhaps I can offer my assistance to help you clean up instead?" Investigating under her dress wasn't that important that it couldn't wait five minutes and this way he could attend to more pressing issues instead.

It was the sound of a cry coming from almost directly above her that had gotten Stasya to peek her head out from underneath the table, although the rest of her stayed safe underneath. Aside from the little splashes of butter she could see on the floor around her, she felt safe. But, as she had peeked out, she saw that Emmeline was decidedly not safe. She flashed back to the sounds that had come from Liv and some of the others, but most of her focus was on the friend right there. The friend that was saying Derf needed help, and her grey- green eyes turned to see Derf being hugged by Abey, glitter, paint and butter all mixing to make a really weird image.

Professor Marchand had come over to vanish the butter from Emmeline, but her attention was on Derf. Derf who looked completely lost and guilty and really shouldn’t be. Emmeline was right. It wasn’t his fault. She knew he hadn’t meant for his charm to go wrong, and she’d carefully crept out from her hiding spot to stand sort of by the professor as he had gone over to reassure him too. Abey was doing the hugging, so she didn’t think he needed a hug from her just now. She was tempted to say that she wasn’t hurt, in case that helped, but instead something else came out.

“I’ll walk with Emmeline and Derf to the hospital wing. Abey too.” She didn’t think he was burned, but she figured he wasn’t going to leave Derf alone either. Just like she didn’t want to, and she gathered up her bag, wand and her lone little tiny popcorn ball while she waited to see if they wanted to go. The rest of her mix was forgotten.

Gaston breathed a silent sigh of relief when he learned Miss Diggory hadn't been injured, but what the Slytherin said next had him gaping in disbelief. He could think of many words to describe this lesson, but 'lovely' wasn't at the top of that list. Still, her words of comfort touched his heart and got a small smile from him. "Thank you, Miss Diggory," he said. "I appreciate the thought." His voice dropped a little as he added, "And just for the record, not all of us share Headmistress Hawthorne's opinion of hugs." He would never turn down a student's offer for a hug, no matter what Regina Hawthorne or anyone else said!

He shook his head slightly at the girl's offer to help, though. "Thank you," he said again, "but I can't have you late to your next class on my account. Besides, the cleanup won't be too difficult." To prove his point, he aimed his wand at the nearest wall that had been splattered with butter, and the mess vanished.

Blink, blink. What was Miss Holden still doing here? Gaston thought he told the injured students to get to the hospital wing, and judging from the burn on her arm, he'd say the girl qualified as injured. But there wasn't time to argue. He couldn't make her go if she didn't want to. She certainly had Gryffindor spirit, that was for sure!

Once that had been taken care of, he turned his attention to the younger students (Derf, Emmeline, Stasya, and Abey) He helped them with the butter splashes the best he could and was just about to send them to the hospital wing when Miss Dalgaard-Volkova voiced what he was thinking. "Thank you, Miss Dalgaard-Volkova," he replied to her offer to accompany them to the hospital wing. "And you too, Mr. Botros." And he watched them go, his mind still reeling from the events of the last few minutes.

OOC: Sorry to cut the fun short, but I have to close this lesson now. Thanks for coming, everybody!