Caelen sighed in frustration. But she didn't neeeeed a facelift. Well, maybe she could give herself a facelift anyway? She could look REALLY young for eleven? Like freakily young. Okay, times like this made her wish she actually had that thing where she was old. Not the irreversable part. But the actual able to give her opinions on the conversation. Or at least have SOME idea of what was going on here.

Anyway, facelift. Was that going to work? Giving herself a facelifet, she meant. It would make her look freakily young, but it wasn't like that was the ONLY weird thign going on. Seriously. Almost eeeeveryone was old. It was akward being young now. Or she could just find someone who might let her practice the spell on them. A really trusting and possibly dumb soul. Or maybe she would just give herself the stupid facelift. Yeah whatever, she would just give herself a facelift.

She didn't much like this class because she couldn't participate as much as she liked. So she was a little grumpy. And behind. Because she was busy being grumpy. But she had to practice the spell either way. Pouty face. Thinking of the spell, she puffed out her cheeks and tried to remember it. Because it was important to remember things.

"Frontis Allevatus." That was the spell of course. Now with the actual wand. So that was happening. Time to practice a couple times.