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Ameh · 05-22-2016, 03:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

"That should work, yeah." Dot watched the boy flying through the air with only the slightest pang of jealousy. She'd have to see if she could get Dima or someone to try out that spell with her. For NEWT reasons, obviously. "And if it doesn't, the good part is that you get to keep trying. It isn't like you have to pick one happy thought and stick with it forever." Dot was of the opinion it was more about intent than the thought, anyway, but... what did she know?

She shot up from her spot against the wall as Jaemin fell, and although there was no way to reach him in time, she grabbed him before he toppled all the way to the floor. Merlin, what if he'd broken something? Imagine having to explain that to the Healer lady. "You okay? That was so good! And I didn't even realize you could make yourself anti-grav like that too... you were flying!" She brushed him off and straightened him up. He was fine, right?

It was almost automatic that he'd latched onto the prefect when she'd grabbed him, both embarrassed that he had the need to and happy that she was there to keep him from faceplanting. He didn't want to be the next second year to break his nose, thank you very much! The small boy felt his ears go red as Prefect Dot got him all settled upright again, and he looked around for the tennis ball that he'd dropped in the moment of 'I might die' panic that seemed to come whenever he fell or tripped.

He knew he wouldn't die. It just felt like he might.

"It makes a kinda... pocket space for the gravity. And the air and stuff. I haven't quite figured out how to make the pocket just go the way I want it to, so sometimes it's bigger and sometimes it's smaller..." Bigger meant he could be inside of it, but apparently it still wasn't for very long, nor was it strong enough to let him stay up. "Oh I don't like flying. Floating's different though."

He had lots and lots of happy memories and none of them involved flying. The small Slytherin bounced a bit on his feet, then finally spotted the tennis ball a few yards away. The last thing he wanted to do was lose that... he trotted over to pick it up.

"If getting my letter doesn't work, then I have lots and lots of other things I can try out." He scooped up the ball and turned back to Dot, nodding rather seriously. "Lots of stuff makes me happy."

And only a few had the opposite effect... at least for now.

"Can you do a patronus, Prefect Dot?" If she could, she should totally show him. Hers was probably cool, like a tiger or something.

05-22-2016, 03:22 AM	#26 (permalink)
Ameh DIMC Boggart Join Date: Oct 2003 Posts: 29,830 x4	♥Dunkin \| Pixie's Precious Pea \| kpop goddess \| sneaky sounder \| forever slytherin♥ Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin "That should work, yeah." Dot watched the boy flying through the air with only the slightest pang of jealousy. She'd have to see if she could get Dima or someone to try out that spell with her. For NEWT reasons, obviously. "And if it doesn't, the good part is that you get to keep trying. It isn't like you have to pick one happy thought and stick with it forever." Dot was of the opinion it was more about intent than the thought, anyway, but... what did she know? She shot up from her spot against the wall as Jaemin fell, and although there was no way to reach him in time, she grabbed him before he toppled all the way to the floor. Merlin, what if he'd broken something? Imagine having to explain that to the Healer lady. "You okay? That was so good! And I didn't even realize you could make yourself anti-grav like that too... you were flying!" She brushed him off and straightened him up. He was fine, right? It was almost automatic that he'd latched onto the prefect when she'd grabbed him, both embarrassed that he had the need to and happy that she was there to keep him from faceplanting. He didn't want to be the next second year to break his nose, thank you very much! The small boy felt his ears go red as Prefect Dot got him all settled upright again, and he looked around for the tennis ball that he'd dropped in the moment of 'I might die' panic that seemed to come whenever he fell or tripped. He knew he wouldn't die. It just felt like he might. "It makes a kinda... pocket space for the gravity. And the air and stuff. I haven't quite figured out how to make the pocket just go the way I want it to, so sometimes it's bigger and sometimes it's smaller..." Bigger meant he could be inside of it, but apparently it still wasn't for very long, nor was it strong enough to let him stay up. "Oh I don't like flying. Floating's different though." He had lots and lots of happy memories and none of them involved flying. The small Slytherin bounced a bit on his feet, then finally spotted the tennis ball a few yards away. The last thing he wanted to do was lose that... he trotted over to pick it up. "If getting my letter doesn't work, then I have lots and lots of other things I can try out." He scooped up the ball and turned back to Dot, nodding rather seriously. "Lots of stuff makes me happy." And only a few had the opposite effect... at least for now. "Can you do a patronus, Prefect Dot?" If she could, she should totally show him. Hers was probably cool, like a tiger or something.