"Sounds like a time management problem, to me." She gives back as good as she gets, an accidentally identical sparkle in her eyes. But she does remember about a werewolf teacher, and that's interesting.

"...There was." She doesn't remember, exactly, where they'd landed on that. For all her big talk she can only concentrate on so many teachers at once. "But it can't be him. Werewolves age faster, all the transformation stress."

She's curious, and begins stirring the remainder of the potion in the cauldron, daring it to blow up in her face. Chanel has learned just enough from Alchemy to not stick the spoon in her mouth. "...I wonder what potion Mr. Crockett takes. He looks scared of it, didn't he? I'd say he's the werewolf, but I don't think this is wolfsbane." It doesn't have that tell-tale blue mist coming off it.