"Wingardium leviosa," Bob incanted, swishing and flicking his wand at Lazzara's stiff body. The beauty of the charm was somewhat hindered by his too-big robes, but since the effect was just the same as always, Bob decided he wouldn't let it bother him. Now, should he take Lazzara to Williams himself, or draft a student to do it...? A quick glance out the door revealed the halls to be relatively empty (which made sense, seeing as how it was classtime; though weren't a number of classes canceled anyway?), the only student in sight being a younger-than-usual Novarro. Since Bob was pretty sure the seventh year acted as an aid to a number of professors, and he couldn't be certain if the boy suffered from amnesia or not, Novarro was clearly not an option. They way Bob's luck went, Novarro would perform the counter-curse on Lazzara as soon as he had him around the corner, and that wouldn't give Bob nearly enough time to work Lazzara into the repelling charms on the entrance of the hospital wing. Bah. If you wanted to get anything done, you had to do it yourself.
Sighing, Bob flicked his wand again as he left the hospital wing, and Lazzara's hovering body silently followed him out the door.