Dylan had planned it this way. He'd wanted to end up on the Quidditch pitch last...because he wanted to get some flying in after completing stuff. See? He had his priorities right. Homework first...and then flying...and then social interaction. Maybe.

Of course, when Dylan got to the pitch, he wasn't too sure what he was going to actually use to show the Golden Ratio. Couldn't very well use the rings themselves. They were all the same size...Couldn't use the balls...Well, he could...but he didn't want to go get them...

Bleh...

What....could he....use.........

SMIRK.

Clearing his throat, the Slytherin pulled his wand and then quickly sat on the ground. Plucking a blade of grass, he pointed his wand at it...in his hand.

"Geminio!" When the piece of grass doubled, Dylan smirked again. "Engorgio!"

As the one piece of grass grew in size...he set both down on his let and balanced his notebook, jotting this down. The two pieces of grass...having originally been the EXACT same...were still in proportion to each other...even though Dylan had enlarged one.

There. He was a genius.

Just sayin'...

NOW..........the Slytherin was going to do some flyin'......