Professor of the Dark Arts, indeed. Jade's eyes flit from Professor Rammstainer's lax form to Professor Eichel, then back again. This is...wrong, isn't it? The Unforgivable Curses are Unforgivable for a reason. Even he knows that much.

But he has to admit that it's effective. Jade does as he's bid, stepping closer.

"He's fine, is he?" He's not entirely sure why he's asking, but he voices the question out loud anyway. Just because it'll be more of a hassle than it's worth if the Hogwarts supervisor suddenly drops down dead.