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There was only so much blowing up of stuff that a person could do before it got boring. The only thrill really was in the chase, and that was the part that retained Nem's interest until the activity was called to a halt. Seeking out and cornering the dummies, however, never took long. The prey didn't even make it all that entertaining either.
So it was without regret that Nem dispensed with the first activity followed the Big Man, along with the rest of the class, curiosity piquing as soon as they twigged they were likely headed for the Muggle Studies section of the castle. Were they going take Schmoe captive, make him watch while they blew his classroom to kingdom come? That could be fun, and the Grand Noodle could hardly say he didn't expect it.
... Apparently not. Just neutralising the Technology Room, which wasn't a million miles from Nem's idea, at least.
Nem didn't care one jot for this room, though they had used it maybe once or twice when in a pinch. There was no moral or personal objection to destroying every last thing in here, they were just... slightly deflated. Nem had thought, with the Big Man and his friends now out in the open here in school, things might get more interesting in classes. This just boiled down to practicing Bombarda. Sure, Nem understood that it was likely fundamental in driving the point home, to get the students to be the ones to annihilate the Muggle tech, force them to have a hand in it, to see for themselves how it went down. From a psychological point of view, it made sense.
But Nem didn't need the point driving home, so ultimately it just amounted to grunt work. Maybe they'd be able to get more stuck in as the term drew on... or maybe they really would be better off seeking the Big Man out again.
For now, though, sure. Taking out the tech. Neutralising Noodle Man. Good opportunity to bust out the nonverbals, at least. Nem stepped away, and lined up with one of those useless computers, the ones with the search engines which Noodle Man had blocked from actually searching anything of value. Wand raised, they focused on their target, and moved their wand in that triangular motion, thought hard. There was a funny sputtering from the computer, a couple of sparks, and a sudden plume of smoke. Not good enough. They repeated the wand movement once more, jaw tight, eyes boring into the thing. Bombarda.
Boom. The entire thing exploded, and Nem was forced to take a couple of steps back. Having been successful there, they turned towards another target, face impassive, disinteresting. Beneath that, though, irritation burned through them like streeler venom. Nem didn't care what level nonverbals were supposed to be, or that it was a marked improvement from previous attempts; success only on the second try was simply not good enough.
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