Ivy winced again when the Headmaster told her she was so, so very wrong. Why was he being so m-m-m-meeeeaaaan? That was it, she decided right on the spot she hated it here. She absolutely hated it, and she was going to write to her mom and tell her she wanted to come home. How could her father have loved it here so much? It was dreadful. She practically died like every other day, it didn’t seem like anyone even cared about her here, and now the headmaster was yelling at her for not knowing something they’d never even learned about! Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this magic stuff. Maybe she was better off living as a Muggle like her mom had had to do...

She felt tears stinging her eyes and quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.

As she watched and listened to the professor, Ivy just became more and more horrified. Were they actually going to use this charm on themselves? Surely not, surely that was much too dangerous for a first year to do... but no, she could tell that was what he meant for them to do.

When he asked his next question and stared them all down, she could tell he meant for each of them to provide an answer, and however reluctant she was to open her mouth and be yelled at again, Ivy also didn’t want to lose her house any points for not answering. Staring at the Headmaster’s shoes, she raised a shaking hand to provide her answer, ”M-m-m-maybe both?” she croaked out, her voice suddenly feeling very restricted in her throat. ”Could you - could use Alarte Ascendare on the monster, then use Ascendio to get on TOP of the monster, then use Ascendio again really fast to get to the top of the cliff?”

That was probably the wrong answer... she was probably going to get yelled at... again.