Just actual chickens that breath fire, but we do have cockatrices too. [ There's a blink. Torture by cockatrice is certainly a thing she has just heard about. ] ... I suppose they're very destructive by nature.

[ Well, then. Luna reads over the spell again, doing a short practice of the wand movements to one side. Charms do require at great deal of precision, always better to practice first. And then, with as steadying breath to ready herself, she points her wand at Michael. She draws a precise 'e'-shape in the air: ]

Ebublio—!

[ With a flash of blue light, a huge bubble forms at his feet and reaches up, quickly enclosing him within it. Luna looks intrigued, she's not done this spell before, after all. She approaches, reaching to try and pop it with her finger — but the bubble's surface simply bends under the pressure. ]

Oh, that's quite a fun spell. [ She steps back again. ] Give it a go of trying to get out of it.