The sinking feeling began the moment Hunter walked into the classroom. At the front was a table laden with what looked suspiciously like baking supplies. He chose not to spend time thinking about it. Maybe if he didn’t think about it it would go away. He picked a seat as far in the back as possible though, figuring that would help it go away.
It didn’t go away. Hunter closed his eyes in resignation once Professor McKindy confirmed it. Why did it have to be baking? And with magic, too? Plus he was supposed to be helping a younger student? He would rather blow himself up with a quod again.
Trying to calm down, he took a deep breath. He wasn’t that bad with simple enchantments. Any more. And if they could work some transfiguration into it he might even downright good at it. He wasn’t sure how he might transfigure a confection, but he was sure he’d be able to come up with something.
No, what he was really worried about was the baking. But maybe they wouldn’t all die.
Opening his eyes Hunter caught a glance from his brother, who was even paler than usual. They held each other’s gaze for a moment before both shaking their head at the same time. If they wanted to live, it would probably be best if they stayed far away from each other until the baking was done.
Squaring his shoulders, Hunter looked around until he found a younger student looking around as well and flagged them down. “So hey,” he said as he walked over, “got any ideas? Let’s see if we can make it happen.”