Post 1: What a poo this acidic fruit is. (heart eyes) Zombie Apocalypse Team Leader ★ ★ in a crown of pepperoni and artisan cheese Stoopid frustrating conjuration. GRR.
Several deep breaths later and Olivia was ready to give it a second go, but not before shooting Nicholas another look. The look that said 'please don't be better at this than I am because my ego is a fragile one'. He hadn't actually preformed it yet, so it was impossible for her to know how she'd compare. She hated herself for seeing everything as a competition, but it couldn't be helped at this point. She'd been raised in that type of environment.
To be honest...it wouldn't have mattered if she'd had ten minutes to practice or an hour. At the end of the day, she was still standing there, frustrated with her lack of success at whipping out any sign of fire. Like, sure, the incantation and wand motion had been perfected, but those things weren't what made this spell a spell. It was her intention, which was only fracturing beneath the weight of her frustration.
Suddenly, Olivia heard Nicky say something about working on the block of ice. Thank the goddesses for him, because she'd need a partner-in-crime with this....ice formation. Creation was fun, so hopefully it would inspire her to concentrate harder? Improve her intention, but....there was already a level of defeat taking root. This. Was. NOT. A. Charm. This. Was. Transfiguration. That awful subject. AWFUL...
With attitude, the blonde huffed in her approach of the ice and Hufflepuff. No one expected you to be a Ravenclaw, Nicholas, but...."I'm disappointed in myself." It was mumbled, because she didn't want everyone all up in her business...."What did you want to make?"
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So very pretty, and we sure know how to run things..._______________________________ Livin' in ruins of a palace, within our dreams...____________
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