Norah's forehead wrinkled as she tried to figure out how to spell the incantation. Armanto sounded like armadillo kinda but she didn't really know how to spell that either. A-r-m-o-n-t-o? A-r-m-a-n-t-o-e? With a little shrug, she wrote both versions of it down in her notes and drew a little armadillo next to an illustration of the wand movement. There. Now she wouldn't forget how to pronounce it and it'd all be good, yes? The second year squinted at her drawing. It didn't realllly look like an armadillo--it kinda looked more like a turtle--but she'd remember anyway. And she'd name it Milly, 'cause that was the perfect name for an armadillo, obviously. AHEM, What were they doing again? Right, spells.

Poking around in her bag, Norah pulled out her wand and got to her feet as she muttered the incantation under her breath. "Armanto. Armantoooo. Armanto!" She drew a couple sevens in the air with her wand and then went back to whispering the incantation, bouncing on the tips of her toes all the while. It was gonna be soooo good, uh huh. She could feel it.