Turning to stare at the cupboard, Kurloz's face is surprisingly calm despite how his stomach's tightening up with anxiety. He withdraws his wand from his pocket, absently twirling it between his fingers as his eyes remain fixated on the rattling cupboard. He honestly has no idea what will come out of that cupboard - well, he knows it's a boggart but he has no clue what form it will take, and that's the thrill of it. His classmates have had various experiences, some of them laughable and some downright terrifying.

Still, happy thoughts and fly the motherfuck out of there like Peter Pan or some shit, right?

He smiles relaxedly and signs slowly:

ready