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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Teagan Kensington
Slytherin First Year  x5  x3
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Walking up to the practice room on the day of the challenge, Brooklyn knew she ought to feel more nervous. There was a part of her, though, that felt like this couldn’t be any more difficult than OWLs had been, and she’d managed to make it through those unscathed. Besides, confidence in her casting ability was just as important as the determination and focus that she always remembered. She just was going to have faith in that, in her ability. She didn’t feel as if she could be marked down for confidence anyhow, and the challenge was on her. She wasn’t working with anyone else, not this time anyway. Nobody was going to make her fail, and she wasn’t required to help anyone.
Well, upon reading the notice tacked up on the door, her theory in that regard had to shift slightly. Babies. There was a reason she had avoided having to babysit her cousins when they had been tiny, and she was looking forward to not babysitting for her sister’s as well. Hogwarts wasn’t there to teach them how to be parents. At least, she hadn’t thought it was, but then here was something making her take a second guess. Both at her belief and her confidence that the challenge wouldn’t be difficult. Instead of turning and leaving, however, she simply turned her wand on herself. If she was going to do this, she wasn’t about to let any of the mess get on herself. Tapping her body, she quietly spoke. “Impervius.” Once that was done, she moved her wand in a counterclockwise circle around her head. “Viseo Ebullio,” she cast, aloud only to prove to anyone watching, had they been watching her in the corridor, that she knew the incantations.
Finally stepping into the room, she momentarily took a moment to wish that she could have cast a Muffliato charm on the bubble. The crying seemed like it was nearing a decibel that only dogs might hear, though, and she had to force herself to approach the blanket that the faux baby was on. The noise only got louder as she got closer. It was irritating, but just like the lack of Muffliato, she doubted anyone would appreciate her silencing the baby. Anyone other than herself, but then there was always the possibility that the doll had been charmed that they couldn’t silence it anyhow. She wasn’t about to test that, no matter how tempting it was.
Instead, she made a quiet shh-ing sound, stroking the baby softly to try and calm her down like she’d seen others do in the past. When she’d been avoiding babysitting. It had worked then, but not so much now, so that meant going ahead with the tasks set out in the notice. She had to change its diaper. She took a deep breath, thankfully of relatively fresh air, before she began to gently undress the baby to get at the diaper. Once that was done, she peeled away the fasteners and took the diaper off. It was quickly rolled up to avoid transferring the mess inside. “Evanesco,” she cast, training her wand on the rolled up diaper and following the appropriate wand movements before she turned away to deal with the baby again.
Finding the clean diaper left for her, she picked it up with the hand not holding her wand. Before setting it down, she pointed her wand at the baby. “Tergeo,” she said clearly, ignoring the fact the incantation was likely muffled by the screaming. It had made sure she wasn’t putting a clean diaper on top of icky residue, anyhow, and she quickly slid the diaper in question under the baby’s backside and fastened it around it before anything else could happen. She certainly didn’t trust the faux baby not to go to the bathroom again just to spite her, after all. There was no reason why she should.
Instead, she paused a moment, halfway through re-dressing the baby. It almost seemed like the4 screaming had quieted a little, even if the change was tiny. She was slightly grateful for that, even if she was just imagining it. If anything, she just hoped that she could still hear after this was finished. Going back to softly rubbing the crying faux-baby’s stomach, she let her blue eyes go around the room. Soon her gaze landed on the waiting bottle, and with another soft murmur, she stopped rubbing its belly to go retrieve it. Of course it wasn’t warmed, and she doubted that anyone wanted her to light a fire in the room to heat it up. There wasn’t a good place to do so, in any case, so a Hot-Air charm would have to work instead.
Fire would have worked so much better. There was a reason why they used it in Potions, after all, but then babies didn’t want boiling hot milk. Just warm milk, and she performed the complicated little wave of her wand as she walked back to the blanket. “Ventus,” she cast, training the spell on the bottle until she felt it warm in her hand. Turning back to the faux baby, she carefully wrapped it up into the blanket before picking it up like she’d seen her family members do with her baby cousins, delicately tucking it into the crook of one arm as she moved the bottle to its mouth, feeling it begin feeding almost instantaneously. That was one way to get relief from the screaming, anyhow.
Walking over to the tiny crib, only setting the bottle down once it was empty and preparing herself for more screaming, she started rocking back and forth slightly. She was nearly finished, and the faux baby ought to know that. The whimpers were quieter, but still there. “Shhh,” she mumbled, still rocking as she got her wand out again. Flicking it at the mini-crib, her shh-ing was followed by “Evanesco.” The enlarging charm was followed by a “Finite” after a few moments. They didn’t need a giant crib, just one big enough for the tiny baby. Rocking her for a few more seconds, she regarded the crib. It seemed good enough. The faux baby was set down inside, on the little mattress, still all wrapped up in its blanket.
The crying was definitely softer by now, but she took a moment to eye the faux baby as it defied her attempts to calm it completely. She just wanted it to go to sleep, and if she’d had her violin, she would have played something to calm both of them down. She didn’t have it, but she remembered the radio that had been mentioned. That would have to do, and she glanced around until she saw it in a corner. Going over, she switched it on, momentarily making a face as it blared wrock music. A few turns of the knob, some fiddling around, and she found a station that at least played classical music. It was still much too loud, however. “Quietus,” she murmured, pointing her wand at the radio and sighing as the music softened to nearly white noise. That was much better.
Moving back to the crib, she set the radio down before glancing at the faux baby. It definitely looked calmer, nearly asleep. Rubbing its belly again gently, she waited until its eyes closed entirely and then made her escape. Just to be safe, she didn’t end the bubble-head charm until she was back out in the corridor, however. She just hoped that she wasn’t going to be expected to do anything like that again for a while.
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