"Cool," she said back to West after seeing he really couldn't care less one way or the other, which was fine with her.
She watched Professor Cerulean pick up her crayon and give them the instructions. Just point and talk ey? Sounds easy enough. She grabbed an indigo colored crayon, per usual, and aimed her wand. But what? She stopped before casting and listened to the older Slytherin boy, Dylan was it? So which is it? she wondered, waiting for the professor to say something. And then she noticed her mistake. The poor professor's cheeks went red as she fluttered through her words to correct her mispronunciation of the incantation. Not that the woman needed Eliza to coddle her or anything, but she felt inclined to help ease her embarrassment. "That's ok Professor, with all these spells we hear in classes, I'd be amazed if someone didn't ever say one the wrong way." That was a nice thing to say, right? Or did it sound...backhandedish...Because it wasn't supposed to. Oh great. She blinked hard at the possibility of having made the brief situation into a longer and worse one. Super save, Dawnsel. Sigh. Whatever, moving on.
She pointed her wand again and cast the spell. "Geminio!" and wouldn't ya know it, another crayon appeared next to the first one. "Wow, thanks Professor!" she said as she looked up from her crayons. "And thanks to you too," she said, nodding towards Dylan. And with that, she felt ready to go on duplicating all sort of things. Like her favorite cozy socks for instance. You can never have too many warm socks! Seeing as they always like to disappear and all...
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