Having reassured Percy Neuhaus that yes, Bob was quite sure there was no way the tiny Gryffindor could possibly be growing younger, no matter how much he wanted to skip his afternoon Defense lesson, Bob was currently in the process of trying to get the boy out of the hospital wing and on his way to class.
"But, Healer Bryar, what if I turn into a baby during class? It could happen!" Percy insisted. It was a bit difficult to understand him around the two peppermint mice he had stuffed in his mouth, but in his short time at Hogwarts, Bob had quickly learned how to decipher Percy-ese and translate it into English.
While Bob was certain his glare wasn't what it had been earlier in the week when he was ten years older and an inch or two taller, he also knew when someone was trying to pull his leg. "Class, Mr. Neuhaus. I know for a fact that you've already missed Transfiguration and Charms entirely this week, you don't need more time to get in trouble," Bob growled, crowding the first year towards the door. He was contemplating backing his words with a banishing charm when the door burst open and none other than the Defense professor himself came in. Percy meeped and dashed away and around Lazzara, no doubt worried that his ploy to skip class had been discovered.
Sighing, Bob straightened and eyed Lazzara, who, as always, didn't appear all that much older than himself. "What kind of help?"