Such a futile activity. Really. She got the spell, okay? Just... stupid balls. Alice didn't want to do this, or be here, or learn how to chain a dumb Chort up anyway. It wasn't as if she was ever going to see one in her uninteresting lifetime, was it?

"Ligatenous." The seventh year was still quiet, and her aim was a bit better this time. The chains burst forth and shot directly towards the red ball in her line of sight, only to be blocked by another set of chains and get all tangled up.

Turning to see who the interceptor was, her eyes landed on West.

This was still stupid.