Within the next few seconds...his bag twitched...and sluggishly started making it's way over...Dylan knew what the spell was supposed to look like and that it wasn't nearly powerful enough to be right...BUT IT WAS A START...At least he'd made it move some...Some was definitely better than NONE. The Slytherin knew that much.

ALRIGHT. He didn't want to press his luck with it...The Slytherin would move on to something else....He'd revisit Accio later...

So...trying something a little ambitious...which was totally Dylan's style, he thought of the spell Diffindo...and figured he'd performed it enough to be completely comfortable in casting it non-verbally if need be. All he needed to do was keep that laser like precision and focus that he was KNOWN for...People knew he took 'focus' to a whole new level. They knew how serious he was in all aspects of his life...Nothing would deter him ever.

Diffindo...

He needed to let his magic flow and picture all the things clearly. Something being cut through...His wand slashing down an then up and quickly down again...cutting cleanly through materials...Just like West had cut through that bouquet of flowers that one time when they'd been practicing them for Herbology Task Force...

Making sure his focus was on point...he traced the wand motion he knew by heart...and then exhaled.

DIFFINDO!