William sighed, pulling out his wand to send the pages flying to the appropriate chapter. Green Gills Jinx, he read, For Fishy Fun, and skipped to the next. Rose Garden Variety Jinx. That looked slightly more possible, if not likely. He started skimming and pointed his wand absently to the right, whipping it around in a small circle to summon a quill and piece of scrap parchment from the research table.
"Try writing down everything you remember," he advised as the quill appeared, zooming around the corner to hover eagerly in mid-air. "Maybe it was a combination of curses that set off the reaction." He snuck another glance at Lazzara (just to check for telltale signs of leaves) and looked away again quickly, biting his lip to hold in the laugh.