Fixate, Fixate, Fixate - That was the spell he was suppose to be preforming. With a this horse in front of him ... umm.... that would require him getting nearer the horse that he didn't really want to.

But slowly approaching the wooden horse, at least it wasn't a real kelpie this time ... but Blake wouldn't put much past the headmaster anymore ...

"Fixate" He shouted with the bridle in tow, Blake said it was confidence he was sure that the bridal would stick .. he was sure of it...right???