While the students busied themselves with awkwardly choosing a partner, Remy started taking a few of the items out of the crate which held the supplies. There were an assortment of tools, mostly things she had brought with her when she last moved – she moved a lot, so there wasn’t much. Remy wasn’t great with a wand, but she was good with tools and with her hands, so these were the things she brought with her when she changed towns. There were not always men around on which she could leech, but there was always something that needed fixing and someone who didn’t know how to do it themselves.
Seeing that Mariana and Belle had partnered themselves, Remy did not wait for the other two students to take the same initiative. “Mr. Night, Miss Eplee, you will be partners. Ms. Potter and Miss Diggory, I see you have already found each other. I would advise you to develop some sort of plan of attack, but it seems we are running short on time for the class, so perhaps spontaneity will have to serve you in this instance,” Remy instructed with a small smirk, knowing that spontaneous was not always in the vocabulary of Hogwarts students, or at least it hadn’t been when she went to school here. Far too many straight-laced students with more interest in their future than in fun.
And with that, Remy placed the toe of her work boot against the clasp on the clear plastic box which held the Billywigs, who had clearly sensed something was afoot and were now swarming agitatedly. With a quick flick of her toe the clap was undone and the lid thrown back, allowing the swarm to be released into the air, their hum no longer deafened by the layer of plastic separating them from the students.
"Begin!" Remy shouted over the buzz, her eyes following the motion of the insects for a moment before darting back to the reactions of her students.
Remy took a few steps back, both to give the students more room and to give the impression that she needed to avoid the Billywigs. She really had nothing to worry about, though, because Billywigs could only act on emotions which already existed, meaning they could only make you happier if you knew what it was to be happy. Remy, with her particular…. condition, had no such worries. Instead, she merely watched for the responses of her students as the blue insects took to the sky and began to dominate the space in which they stood.