Peyton eyed the tent. Would she be able to pull that off? A little trickle of insecurity grasped at her. She held her wand to her chest, her eyes narrowed in an analyzing way at the tent. If she was able to cast the charm on the cup correctly, then she must be able to repeat it on the tent. Just like her daddy said; if you don't try it, you'll never know and never succeed.

Even if her Captain's offer to the professor was tempting.

Peyton wanted to prove to herself that she could do this. With a determined nod, she approached a tent with a huff. She totally had this. Yep. She just had to believe in herself --though at times that was a struggle for this Baltazar.

As it often happened, the thought of her surname brought out the fire in this young girl. With a crooked smile, she pointed her wand at the tent. "Magnus Centrum!" she said, tapping it with her wand. Of course, the result of her work would not be shown on the outside. It was the whole point of the charm being undetectable.

Tucking her wand back into its holster, Peyton stuck her arm into the tent. It felt spacey. That was a good sign, no? She then proceeded with sticking her leg inside the tent, half her body submerged inside. Peyton felt around and finding even more space. That was a REALLY good sign. And then, she just hopped inside the tent. To her, this was a risk. She didn't want to be disappointed to find that her charm had not worked, but in the end the "risk" was well taken. Peyton found the tent roomy and nice.

She'd done it!

Apparently the snake works well under pressure?

With a slight grin to her face, Peyton sat down, her legs crossed, at the entrance of her tent. Now, that that was done, she could listen to the Cinderella story the nice librarian was telling.

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