 Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict
Going back to the few times she’d listened to Brooklyn rambling about White Walkers back at home, along with trying to stay as huddled up as possible against the cold, Lily had stayed quiet during most of the lecture portion of the lesson. Of course they’d gone back to discussing the Cold Ones, and now their little minions the Skygge. It had just seemed a bit more far away when they weren’t slowly freezing into magical popsicles. Even trying to remember how brutally warm it had been in Peru over the summer wasn’t helping anymore. It just made her feel worse, and Sophie’s question about if the Skygge could show up here at Hogwarts certainly hadn’t helped any. Zombies over the summer, and the possibility of a completely different form of them now. At least she knew she was adept at the Blasting curse, after the joint Charms and Care of Magical Creatures lesson. It might come in even more useful than the hot air charm if the confidence Professor Romanos had, or at least seemed to be pretending to have, was proven false.
They weren’t practicing the Blasting curse though. She would have been surprised if they had been, only because she didn’t think the professor wanted to have to rebuild the arena after that lesson. She’d rather not worry about holes being blasted in the wall of the castle, too. The Impediment Jinx was simpler. Safer, too, since the odds of anyone letting in even more frigid air was slim. She’d stood up easier than expected, from the ball she’d been curled into on her yoga mat, and flicked her wand out of its holster so it was at the ready. No actual casting yet, but she was ready. Practice first, and she’d tilted her head slightly at how specific the pronunciation was. She’d never had any problems with how she’d pronounced it before. “Imped-a-menta,” she murmured, testing it out. The spell didn’t sound any different to her, but maybe she was wrong. She’d flicked her wrist a few times to practice the wand movement , the tip of her wand moving horizontally in short bursts with the flicks, trying not to think of the jinx incase she accidentally started casting nonverbally. Dropping her hand to her side again, she went back to the incantation. “Imped-a-menta, Impedimenta, Impedimenta…”
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