With an old Wizarding wireless beside her, Dora was biting her lip in concentration over the music. Since the summer her ADHD had not bothered her as much, and she had also learnt that music often helped! So as the Gryffindor spread several little mason jars out in front of her she pulled her wand and smiled to herself.

Seeee... she had already learnt to conjure the bluebell flame. It was one of her best spells, even! Not to mention it was FIRE, but it was also something that came naturally to her. Anything destructive or potentially dangerous always had. Heh.

Pointing to the first jar, Dora cast the spell, speaking clearly and loudly, and grinned WIDER as the blue flames appeared in the jar, safely confined.