Thornton handed Pebbles back to Flamsteed carefully, laying her in the one hand that actually was visible, exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding once she was out of his possession. He tried not to stare at the arm that wasn't quite there.

Picking his wand back up, Thornton cleared his throat and tried to steady his breath. If Dante could do it so quickly, then clearly Thornton could too, right? "Magnus Centrum" he said calmly as he tapped the smaller bag, though his wand hand ached from slamming it into the ground before. But his wand glanced off the zipper and hit the floor. Sighing, Thornton ran his hand along the inside of the bag, careful this time. "It's still the same," he said glumly.

What he didn't know, was that his wand had hit a teeny hole in the stone of the floor, and the spell had worked! It was too small an opening for anything living to fall in, but as Thornton stood, his shoe pushed some dirt into the hole and it just kept falling and falling and falling.

He holstered his wand and shrugged. "I.. I guess I'll have to keep practicing in the dorms." He looked over at his pile of books and quills and ink and then over to his over-packed school bag. "Can, um.. can one of you do my bag for me?"