Miranda goes up to Professor Spukhafte. "Professor, our friend was jinxed and he's near your classroom."

The Professor peers at her. "Really? How inconvenient," she says, with a quite strong German accent, and sniffles. "Let's go check on him, ja?" And she gets up and walks quickly towards the exit of the Great Hall.

Miranda follows as briskly as she can, which isn't very.

Willow is brisk! And is proportionally more likely to tripping and bumping and other similar sources of injuries.

Sadde points to his mouth, opening it to show his tongue stuck to its roof, and giggling some.

"You can't fix that yourself, huh?"

He shakes his head, still giggling.

The Professor's wand twitches once more, and Sadde's tongue is free.

Sadde's giggles turn into howling laughter.

Sadde lifts his index and middle fingers, still laughing too much to reply.

The Professor sighs and fixes that, too. "Well?" she asks, her W sounding like a V. "Who's responsible for this?"

There are a few giggles still in his system, but eventually he recovers enough to sit up. "If I tell you, you'll punish them, and then they'll come after me harder and I won't have time to concoct my revenge," he says, and giggles some more.

Miranda snorts.

"Mister Woods," she says dryly, calling him 'Voods,' "it is against school regulations to cast magic on other students in the hallways, and perpetrators must be punished!"

"Sure they must," he agrees reasonably. "So I'll punish them when I come up with something sufficiently hilarious!"

"You do not have permission to go after other students either, Mister Woods, no matter how justified you may be!"

He thinks about it, then shrugs. "Okay, then I don't remember who it was. I didn't see them very well, etcetera."

Miranda facepalms.

Willow grins.

Sadde giggles some more and starts collecting his stuff again. "Can you help me with this?"

Miranda helps him pick up objects.