She had the incantation at the tip of her tongue and her wrist ready for the wand movement, the only problem was that her teeth kept chattering and her hands trembled. Not only that but the cold made it hard to focus. All she could think about was her warm bed or the nice fire in the common room.
But she had to do this. Then after acing this thing she could run back to the common room and huddle in front of the fire. That sounded like a lovely picture. Rubbing her hands together, she glanced up.
Oh...
Text Cut: Professor Bellaire
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The winter wonderland was about to become more magical because as the students had gotten to work on their spells, the professor had been back at her desk bottling blue bell flames into jars. It took her very few minutes because...well...magic. A wave of her wand multiplied the wooden fences and transfigured some of them into posts, which strategically placed themselves around the ice garden. Another wave of the professor's wand had the jars of blue flame spells attaching themselves to the posts like blue street lights, only a lot warmer and with a much more beautiful and soulful glow.
It was definitely a sight to behold, the classroom.
"That should warm things up a bit in here." Without melting the flowers. "Please remember to plant the flowers once you produce them and concentrate on the different types of flowers you want to produce, I like variety."
Professor Bellaire DID have a heart. See! Beverly knew she did. The woman was just too cool for others, she knew that because she's had plenty of experience with cool people.
As if. Family doesn't count.
Beverly shuffled close to one of the posts with jars of blue flames. Oh yessss. This was better. At least some kind of warmth. It also made the classroom seem like some sort of Winter Wonderland. Feeling like she could focus a lot better now, Beverly gave her wand the proper flicks and cast: "
Orchideous Stiriacus."
At first nothing happened but an expulsion of a swirly frosty breath from the tip of her wand. She did it again, this time properly thinking of the flower she was envisioning. "
Orchideous Stiriacus!"
It happened. The swirly frost took form, building up to a white evening primrose. In a matter of moments, in her palm, the delicate flower glittered under the blue flames.
OMM! She did IT!