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Still in a simmering, seething, foul mood, which could be accelerated into something more befitting the previous murder simulation activity if they weren't careful, Nem moved along two steps and prepared to line up with one of the big, ugly, irritating arcade games. As they raised their wand, however, they caught a glimpse of someone out of the corner of their eye. Another second year who had previously found it impossible to keep her mouth shut. At least, it seemed, until now, though it was doubtful she'd keep that up.
Nem watched her for a moment, attempting to cast on a beanbag. Well, attempting was not exactly the word. The attempt was lacklustre, there wasn't much in it. So Nem, most helpful of all students ever, raised their wand without moving from where they stood, and aimed it at the beanbag as well. "Bombarda."
It went more with a FLOMP than with a bang, its innards spraying everywhere in a reaction not unlike a volcanic eruption. "Hey, you. Kinsay James," Nem said, to get her attention. Yeah. Yeah. You. "It won't work if you're not trying. Make sure you do what he said, and practice on the tech as well." Helping, see? Yes, yes, very helpful. Wouldn't want anyone to get in trouble for swerving the major equipment.
To emphasise the point, Nem turned back to the arcade game they'd lined up. The first failed nonverbal had left a lingering, bitter taste, so they didn't attempt another one for this demonstration. Just raised their wand at the arcade game, repeated the triangular movement, and spoke another assertive, "Bombarda."
Boom. Peace out, Pac-Man.
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