Pulling out her wand as per the Professors instructions, Felicity held it in front of her and didn't move it whilst she repeated the incantation. "FUH-moos LAWH-meen-ah," she said, with diction, making sure her accent wasn't going to interfere with the spell. "FUH-moos LAWH-meen-ah." After repeating the spell a few more times, the Snake finally looked up from the fire and into the smoke it was producing.

She wasn't sure how much it looked like a dagger, but if she squinted at the curling tendrils and tilted her head just so, she could maybe imagine a glint of silver, a pointed edge. Moving her wand in a circular motion around the shapes she was imagining in the smoke, Flick began to chant. "Fumus Lamina. Fumus Lamina." Ensuring that her emphasis was in the right place, and her pronunciation was accurate. She didn't want to imagine what would happen if she said the spell wrong, not when smoke and daggers were involved.

However, it did bring a question to mind, and she raised a hand, momentarily pausing in her (thus far unsuccessful) casting. "Professor?" A frown formed on the girls face, hoping that the woman wouldn't think her question stupid. "You said if you were in immediate danger and needed a dagger... But... Why wouldn't you just use magic to defend yourself, rather than creating a dagger?"