As Gus began to turn blue in the face next to him and someone else who Callum didn’t recognize yanked the back of his collar, the Gryffindor wondered if he ought to try and transfigure the scarf back himself. Professor Foxwood did not seem nearly as concerned as he should be, if that look on his face was any indication. Then again, Cal didn’t have the best marks in this class to begin with. Perhaps he should just mind his own business and let Gus die…
Next to him on the other side, Kitty Arundell was intent on her own spell and Callum turned to her to ask what they should do. She was much better at Transfiguration than he was and maybe she’d be able to impress the whole class with how she could save their supposed 'professor’— when all chaos broke loose.
Kitty’s spell whizzed across the room, hitting a column before Callum had even tracked what happened. “Watch out!” The redhead cried, bolting from his seat to grab whoever he could before the crumbling wall could crush anyone.
Next to him on the other side, Kitty Arundell was intent on her own spell and Callum turned to her to ask what they should do. She was much better at Transfiguration than he was and maybe she’d be able to impress the whole class with how she could save their supposed 'professor’— when all chaos broke loose.
Kitty’s spell whizzed across the room, hitting a column before Callum had even tracked what happened. “Watch out!” The redhead cried, bolting from his seat to grab whoever he could before the crumbling wall could crush anyone.