Hooper wasn’t exactly surprised that they weren’t going to be decorating the classroom, which was a shame really because he had a certain flair for decorating. With a small sigh, he pulled a bobble off of his wrist, pulled his hair up into a messy knot and sat forward a little straighter.
Frowning a little, Hooper raised his hand, slightly confused as to why they were being asked to list heavy objects but quickly lowered it. The answer he was going to give the professor was no doubt going to get him in trouble so instead, he simply listened to the other answers, trying to not let his attention drift too much.
It took him a moment or two to focus on the blackboard, but he managed to wrestle his mind away from the fun day dream he’d been having about swimming in the lake when the weather improved which was a while away, he knew..
“Right you are, Professor,” his voice low and bored as he pulled out his wand and waved it lazily around to practise the levitating spell first. He most likely should have practised the feather-light charm first but truthfully, he just wasn’t feeling it today. Why he’d decided to practise a spell he knew he could do was for others to figure out, although he didn’t practise it for long. Watching his quill levitate above his desk was more than enough practice.
“Plumavis” he mumbled, his eyes now on some of the other students around him. The first years seemed to be trying their best, bless them. Some of the older kids seemed to have the same idea as his too, practising the levitating spell. Nothing of interest there really though. Not until one of the seventh years decided to lecture another of the younger students. Hooper was far too disinterested for this, choosing to ignore any of the other students and their struggles. Instead, he continued to mumble the spell a few more times before turning his attention to the wand movement. Once was enough, right?
“hEY, Professor, can we use the spell now? He wasn’t sure he could actually work the spell, but sitting around and practising the incantation and wand movement had never been one of his strengths. He’d always preferred to try and fail, over and over until he got it to work. |