Gwen had given up writing everybody's answers down and was simply listening, trying to suck in as much information as possible through her ears. She felt rather dumb amongst all these smart (at least they sounded smart to her) replies people were giving, but reminded herself that they were older and had more experience. None of the other First Years could already know this stuff, could they?
Gwen raised her hand again, wanting to contribute to what everyone else was saying. It couldn't hurt. No one ever got told off for trying.
"Professor," she said very squeakily. Gwen cleared her throat and continued, louder this time. "Professor, don't incantations describe the actions or results of a spell? Like..." She tried to remember a spell her father often used, "Locomotor?"
Gwen hoped she hadn't just made a fool of herself.