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Louisa watched him work on the leftover wood pieces, she didn't quite get what he was making of that until he lined another set of wood pieces. She was listening to him, too, of course but the girl sighed and started gathering wood scraps for the ceiling. "I'll do the ceiling," she said quickly before moving on to the more important part of their conversation, "I can't just sit and wait for time to 'heal'," she let go of the woods she had in hands to make air quotation marks. "Or for the situation to magically fix itself."
Sitting down on her knees for more comfy position, the girl started aligning the wood pieces together. She was going to match what he did mostly. Louisa went on by lying the rest of the wood pieces crossed with the already aligned ones, "We're wizards and witches. I think we can fix it... by magic." She attempted a smile and gave Vickers one short glance before returning back to her work, "D-do you think... we can extract memories well? After we consult the spell books of course..?" All she needed was to take the memory out of Paulie's head and.... hffff, who was she kidding?!
"Pario Claustrum..." she started bolting the pieces together before quickly stopping. "Is this wide enough?" It was about a half-meter wide.
He finalized the assembly of the swing, bolting the backing onto one edge of the seat securely and added more support planks on the entire underside. He strategically placed a few more bolts, driving them only about halfway through. There was a reason for that yes.
He nodded when the Ravenclaw lass said she would get started with the roof. As she continued to speak he picked up the string he set aside from the skewer bundle then with a couple of loose circular strokes he quietly uttered
“Cordage Creatus”. The string grew to become a lengthy bit of thick rope, of which he roughly measured out and cut it in half with another
“Diffindo”
He glanced at the Prefect, his lips pressed together in thought.
“Would this problem be so urgent that you need to have it fixed right away?” he paused for a second before adding
“Have you considered that in the effort of trying to fix it, you might inadvertently make it worse, like adding water to an inferno?” He didn’t know what the issue was and was trying to decipher it from the Prefect’s actions and responses. So far he can tell it was deeply personal… embarrassing perhaps… damaging even, given what she said earlier.
He started to knot those half-buried bolts with the rope, crisscrossing them along the swing’s underside to support it securely when it goes up. He was working on the second rope when his head turned sharply back to the Prefect.
“Extract memories?” he repeated softly
“You mean like… take a memory out of someone? Or modifying what’s in there?” That sounded sneaky dangerous
“Im sure there are spells that would do that… even some magical items.” He wouldn’t know of any but surely his Uncle would. The man’s whole career was about the strange and the unspeakable.
He neared the roof the Prefect was working on, gauging its size
“Lets try to make it twice as wide” he said turning for a moment to look at the swing’s length. Bending down he inserted a support brace on one end of the roof and started transfiguring more skewers into planks, then started bolting them down onto the brace with the hope when they were done with it, the roof would be about twice its original width. As he worked on this his lips made the motion to speak, then close, then opened again. He was trying to avoid asking this of Louisa, but from how she's been talking she sounded like
“Are you in some kind of trouble Prefect?” he murmured, looking at her with great concern.