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Mo patted the spot she'd just charmed, lighting up with pleasure when he could tell how much better the skin felt there already. It was more than magical... it was practically a miracle, honestly. "I'm a sixth year, although I know I look more like a sixtieth year. I swear to you that if they ever heal us, I look completely normal and unwrinkly... I really hope they can fix us." He was so tired of looking and feeling so old all the time.
"I think you've got this spell mastered. D'you want me to try it out on you as well?" He wasn't about to go waving a wand in someone's face if they didn't agree to it, and perhaps her need wasn't as obvious as Mo's had been. In the meantime, he patted the same wrinkled spot by his eye on the other side of his face and pointed the wand carefully at himself. Just a swish and... "Frontis Allevatus."
"How does it look? Did I do it?"
"I'm sure zat you do, vait a sixtieth year? Is that even possible?" Justine jokingly asked, with a small amused smile, which only made the crows feet around her eyes slightly more obvious, they were very light when her face was relaxed of frowning, which was why Justine was completely unaware of their existence. She was still happily under the impression that she was exempt from the strange "curse," making it's way through the school.
"Me too, its kind of terrifying.... Is it, is it always like zis?" Justine asked, somewhat nervously to the older boy, she really hoped not, she didn't think she would like having some great misfortune to live through every term.
"Try it on me? But, I 'aven't got any vrinkles," Justine said, tilting her head and frowning in confusion. She really had no idea that by doing this she was only highlighting the few wrinkles that marred her usually youthful countenance.
Justine carefully watched Marcus as he performed the spell, she grinned as it seemed to work, the wrinkles were smoothed out and in their place was a clear, soft bit of youthful skin. "Oui, yes, it looks much better," Justine said, but a second later she wanted to eat her words, because
both sides of the boys face wrinkled right back up. It was a little like watching a grape turn into a raisin. It wasn't enjoyable.
"On second zhought.... Ve better try it again," Justine said, handing the boy a mirror.