SPOILER!!: Z is for Zander!
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Originally Posted by
ArianaBlack
The Gryffindor leaned over as Simon took a hold of his text book. He watched as Simon carefully flipped through the pages. Heh. Good thing Simon was looking for all this stuff because Zander wouldn't even know where to start. There was a reason why this subject was one of his worst.... Oops. Right anyways. The Gryffindor watched as he found the right page and let out a small chuckle at the mention of being a snake. It was rather ironic actually. The Gyffindor being the snake and the Slytherin... well, not being the snake.
Ahem. "Alright, I'll start practicing," he carefully looked over at the textbook and copied down the galdr for reference. "Uh, isa isa isa i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i s s s s s s (s s s s s s i i i i i i)...i i i i i i i i i?" That was a mouth full... The Gryffindor gave his friend a thumbs up as he got out of his chair. "Alright, that wasn't too bad... We should probably stand though if we want this to work properly!" He let out a small chuckle. Careful not to get in anyone else way, the Gryffindor started moving far enough away from Simon. "Alright, whenever you're ready!" With rune in hand, Zander began chanting again. For good measure. "isa isa isa i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i s s s s s s (s s s s s s i i i i i i)...i i i i i i i i i!"
Was that enough?
Simon nodded and tried to decide what he was going to cast at Zander. He could use a disarming one but what if his spell went through and harmed his mate. He'd
never ever forgive himself for that. He wouldn't want to hurt Zander. No way. So he rummaged through his bag for something. Then he picked up a piece of parchment and transfigured it into a football (or a soccerball for the record). After watching Lex and Grayson use the spells and seeing the charm she had used to fling the vase into the air (seriously a vase? Weere they crazy?!)
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Okay, I'm going to through this right at you. I would have used a spell but I don't want something bad to happen. Remember use the Finite Spell against it, alright?" said Simon as he took a deep breath and pulled out his wand. "
Depulso!" he cried and the soccer ball flung itself into the air and headed straight for Zander.
Simon held his breath.
Please block it, mate.