He'd have to ask Artemis why the kid had sabotaged another student's potion, had he done it on a date? Spite? Revenge? If it was to get back at the kid for something he'd done, Quillan would make sure to find a way to punish the Slytherin for his actions. But first....he had to get the first year to talk. He kept marking trees, they were just simple little arrows, pointing in the direction of the next marker and even though he personally didn't need them, he knew Vernatis might. They walked in relative silence, with Quillan occasionally telling the boy to watch out for this, or go around that. He had to focus on his own footing, getting through the rough terrain was hard on his curse leg, it'd be extra sore later on but he needed these ingredients for a rather interesting project he had in store for his fifth year class.
He watched Artemis climb the tree, it was tall, but it had good strong branches and even if he did fall, Quillan cast a quick spell at the base of the tree to make the ground extra spongy and soft if it detected something approaching too fast. Then, he went in search of his grub worms. Perhaps Quillan should've spent more time exploring these woods, but he a new Professor here, he hadn't had as much time to get to know this forest like the other Professor might've. That was why, as he went off to get more worms after filling in the hole he'd dug, he encountered a rather sudden drop off.
It was sudden and unexpected. It almost straight out a muggle cartoon. One minute he had solid ground under his feet, the next step....hello gravity! He gasped and fell straight down, hit the ground on his back and rolled. The hill was steep and large and the farther he rolled, the more speed he picked up. He was lucky, (for once) and at the bottom, he was slowed down by mud. He didn't exactly like mud, but it was better than smashing into a tree or a rock, or a thorn bush. Or just being flung out into empty air. They were in the mountains after all...
He got slowly to his feet and crouched there for a while, shaking off the dizziness and looking up the hill. He'd have to work his way back up. Luckily for him, when he checked for his bag, it had fallen off at the top of the drop off and nothing was coming out. He sighed and slowly started heading back up. Then, he heard the distant scream of the boy.
Panic shot through his heart and he scrambled up the hill, half running, half crawling. If anything happened to the little weasel he'd never forgive himself! At the top of the hill, he barely paused to scoop up his bag and sling it crossways over his body before looking for the light that Artemis was carrying. He scanned the area but couldn't see it at first. Then, there in the distance was a bobbing light. Heading away from him! He also saw spider webs. Nothing to worry about. Except......he noticed they spanned the gap between trees and were thick. As thick as a mattress! He hurried toward the lantern as fast as he could go, wishing once more that he didn't have his bum leg. That he could really sprint.
Finally, he spotted the kid and whatever it was that was after him. Spiders. Four of them! Each one had to be the size of Rottweilers! He couldn't hope to catch them on foot, by the time he got there the spiders would've eaten the kid! He'd have to think fast! He hurried out into the open and dug into his bag, taking out a jar of something. Then, he shouted "HEY!" and fired off a spell, it hit one of the spiders and knocked it off course, smashing into a tree with such force, it squealed and leaves were rattled down. "Why eat junior over there? He's a snack. Not enough for all of you!"
The spiders hissed and one charged, then the others came running at him. "Kid! Hide! These little bastards can climb trees so don't go up any. Get under a bush. One with thorns if you can. It'll protect you." He shouted and then, he kicked into high gear. What he lacked in speed and grace, Quillan made up for with sheer ferocity and creativity. One spider, he threw his bottle at and it shattered on its face. It screamed and backed away, smoke rising from it and it hit the ground with a thud, legs waving in the air as it shrieked. Then, it got up and ran away, screeching, stumbling and crashing into things, smoke still coming from it, along with pieces of its face as it scurried off.
Quillan twisted and dodged and fended off the other spiders with spells and potions, one of them Quillan hit with one-two combo. An engorging spell along with a shrinking potion. The spell and the potion combined created an effect that made half the spider's legs grow, half shrink, and the body kept on switching from expanding, to shrinking. It stumbled off, falling and getting back up a lot, crashing, bumbling and fumbling through the woods.
The remaining two hissed and clicked, and began backing away from Quillan, who was breathing hard and sweating, but had two more potions in his hands, "You want some of this? Or do you want to run off?" he snarled and as the third spider approached, a little nervously, Quillan threw both potions and then dived to one side. There was an explosion and the spiders squealed in pain and terror and took off in whichever direction their siblings had gone. One was on fire, the other was smoldering and both seemed to be in a lot of pain.
Quillan let them go, then looked around for the boy's light, while summoning the jars of ingredients. "It's alright Bay! You can come out now." He hadn't realized his mistake. He was still a little frantic from the fight. His leg was killing him, and they still had to get out of the woods. Now. He'd collect the kid and they'd go. He was also covered in mud and was bleeding, scratched and bruised in several places from close calls dodging the spiders and generally getting tossed around as he'd fended them off.