A Quackenbush knows that the best way to 'help' is by staying out of the way. Or they should. Maybe Hawthorne had momentarily forgotten about that inconvenient little curse when he agreed to help sweep pathways after dinner.

Or maybe he's just feigning ignorance about it.

Anyway, the moment he decides to Ventus cottonwood fluff off the path instead of just Vanishing small chunks of it, the whole mess abruptly twists in the air and deposits itself in the face of an approaching student.

"Oh," says Hawthorne, with far less surprise than someone who's forgotten they have a Bad Luck Curse should have. "Sorry. Good source of fiber, at least."