"Okay Rory. Concentrate, it's not supposed to be SO difficult," The Ravenclaw thought to himself, with his wand held firmly in his hand. He knew how to do the spell, all he had to do was to aim correctly. He looked up and eyed a blue foam ball descending. He stretched out his long skinny arm and pointed at the ball with his wand. He quickly glanced at the acquired bin, swept his wand precisely, and said, "Depulso."

The blue ball 'flew' straight into his house's bin. Success! A smirk appeared upon his pale face. Rory was pleased with himself, and clutched his wand even harder. But he shouldn't get too over-confident. One time he got lucky maybe, but he needs to stay consistent in order to master the Charm. The smirk vanished from his face, and once again the serious usual expression he always has appeared.

He took a deep breath, released slightly the grip of his 'wand-holding' hand. He was ready for another go. AND FOR RAVENCLAW TO WIN!