The cascade of Kuribohs seemed to set off a veritable domino effect. Not only were they flooding the room but apparently they were throwing the other students off in casting their own spells. Well, somehow this wasn't how he envisioned his first day of casting. Perhaps it would serve as a lesson, not to take the fiend for granted in future. Mercifully, the plush creatures ceased to rain, but they were still in piles on the floor and to top it off everything was now sporadically sporting rainbows, his quaff included. As if his hair needed anymore color to it.

He stood up from his desk and turned to face the red-haired girl. "No, I'm sorry. This was all my fault." It was best to fess up to it. He'd seen the plushie strike her first. Both of their spells, though in error had been far reaching upon further inspection. Was this typical, or did it signify something?