Potential Success - Open
Everything seemed in order, more or less. The students weren’t all happy—though some, he’d noticed, were freakishly elated—but all in all the experiment seemed to be working. From what he could tell, all the groups were well on their way to getting out.
Of course, he and some of the other teachers were standing by to ensure nothing went wrong. There was magic, yes, but nothing the students controlled, and there was so little that the professors had generated that “wrong” was largely reduced to punches and arguments.
He hoped very much they could avoid that, because this was designed to avoid exactly that.
He pulled out his wand and began conjuring statues—chosen for no particular reason—when a voice broke his focus.
"Statues, again? Mikey, can't you conjure anything else?"
Adelaide sauntered down the hall towards the Transfiguration professor, a smirk playing on her lips.
"I really hope this idea of yours works. So far, it looks like some of the students are having fun. I also hope they don't ruin all those precious potions ingredients."
She gave Mikey a pointed look for emphasis.










