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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Quote:
Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Flynn was practicing his wand movement, trying to perfect it, when all of a sudden something hit him in the forehead.
.... um ....
Not only did something hit his forehead, but it had actually burned on contact. He furrowed his brows whilst turning his attention to no other than Derfael. Oh, PuffBoy, if ONLY looks could kill. IF ONLY LOOKS COULD KILL, Ashburry-Hawthorne!
He was about to open his mouth and say something to the boy, but everyone was now moving into the room behind the mysterious door. He pushed himself out of his seat and walked up to the Hufflepuff, bending over some to make sure he was heard clearly. "You better be glad Professor Kennedy is here," he hissed. He straightened himself back up and followed the group into the room. The third year was quite literally holding his breath while waiting for the older Slytherin to react. Many possibilities flashed through the blonde's head as he observed Flynn - most of them to do with hexes and an eye for an eye mentality - so when all he got was a stare the 13-year-old was noticeably relieved. Maybe even a LITTLE disappointed in a way because, well, he was used to these kind of stares. Immune really. So Derf simply griiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinned at the older boy nervously and nodded his head vigorously when mention of the professor came up.
Nod nod nod nod nod.
Aaaaaaand practice was over...and Derf had not yet managed to perform the spell properly. Eh, what else was new? Collecting himself and his wand, Derf got out of his seat and followed everyone through the door to...ooooooh...this was SORTA neat. If only he could DO the spell, you know? The third year tended to work better under pressure...you know...in the heat of the moment kind of thing where one relied on their reflexes. It was why he was semi decent at dueling...so this would be even MORE neat (for him) if this had been a game. Since...you know...the little fake stars were glowing different colors and stuff (which he wasn't sure WHY they were glowing other colors and he could really only barely make out the differences because the shade of olive kinda changed now and then) ... like...a RACE between houses. FILL IN THE GAPS! Like...he had played this game with his dad once with putting pieces together and like...if you sandwiched your pieces with your opponent's then they all turned into yours and stuff. Just the pretty line of starts in constellations made him think about that.
Although he couldn't remember the name of the game....and now he was also forgetting the spell he was supposed to do sooooooooo time to observe his classmates. And by classmates...he really meant Flynn because he was standing RIGHT next to the older boy.
"Oh right! Stellaris!" he nodded, pulling his wand from and tracing a star in the air once more. "Stel-lar-IS!" Soon a little ball of light began to form at the dip of his wand - although it sorta looked more like oozing hot lava in white - and he quickly held his wand upside down...which basically turned his wand into one of those sparkler fireworks because NOW his little ball of light WAS shooting off little sparks this way and that with a soft fiiiiiiiiiizzing sound.
And then the little ball detatched from the tip of his wand and fell on the ground. A low soft hiiiiiiiiss later...and it was no more.
"Oh."
Could he get a....gold star for effort?
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