 #2 Brain Twin | MASTAH ASHURRII | Reisdent PokeNerd | Digifangirl
November certainly wasn't going to confess out loud her reservations about the other people on the first level. Not that she felt all that good about Ezra doing it, since he seemed a little uncomfortable about it - if his random "stuff" had anything to say about it. Awkwardly, she stood there with one arm wrapped over her front, rubbing the elbow of her other arm and casting a wary look over the other students and waiting on Ezra.
Maybe it was dumb - trying to find somewhere empty. But thinking of people watching her try (and likely fail!) made her stomach twist and squirm in a very uncomfortable manner. The anxiety made her feel a little like there wasn't enough air for her to breathe, even though they were outside. When Ezra called down to her, she felt a rush of cooling relief that felt a lot like cold water trickling down her neck and her stomach dipped a little.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she called back to him, hurrying up the ladder. The swaying didn't make her stomach feel any better, but knowing the second level would provide some privacy was much nicer.
Looking around the second level, she patted her belly lightly and gave a nod of approval. "This is better," she mumbled, scuffing the toe of her shoe against the floor of the floor of the tree house, before she settled down upon it.
She carefully tucked her legs to the side the way her father told her was proper and pulled her bag into her lap, withdrawing the gargoyle from it.
"This is going to be dumb," November finally said out loud, exhaling. "And I'm going to be awful at it, I'm sure." The corners of her mouth turned down in a deep frown and she eyed the gargoyle with wary distaste, before reaching into her bag for her notes.
"Piertotum Locomotor," she read out loud slowly, then again a couple times after, because each try had a new fumble somewhere - piertotor, piertotum locomotum, piertotorm. Frustrated, she screwed up her face, closing her eyes, and counted to ten, then tried again, much slower, sounding out each syllable. Whoever thought it would be a good idea to make spells so complicated, anyway? |