She jotted down everyone's answers about how to make a magical garden. These could be tips to show her mother when she had a spare moment.
Gemma felt a sense of pride for her response. Maybe she had learned something from her mom. Her small burst of happiness quickly diminished looking at the board full of notes.
It was far to early to be thinking this much. Were all her classes going to be like this? There was so much to write. Was her hand cramping? Maybe. But that wouldn't stop her from writing everything down. Dotting every 'i' and crossing every 't.'
...Herb spiral? Did her expression reflect how confused she was? Maybe she'd have to make time to visit the Professor after class to discuss this more on one. Slowly she began to understand what she was writing down until the hit the Druidic Elements.
These are made up names. She was convinced. Sure certain spells sound like a bunch of gibberish squished together but this was entirely new. No way was she going to even attempt to answer this. Instead she was writing down everyone's answering hoping that something would make sense to her or it would all click after Professor Beryl explained. |