Aurora didn’t particularly have a response to Feirgrund’s reasoning that old habits were stronger than ease. Truly the Ravenclaw much preferred the easier route, not because she was lazy but rather because if she could she would. It was exciting being a Witch after all. She had attended a Muggle primary school and all she could think about was how thrilled she would be if she could show those friends she had made what she could do with what was essentially a stick.

Alas the Statute of Secrecy was still a ‘thing’ and she would have to keep her mouth firmly shut for now.

With the mild commotion settled down and her fellow students now practicing their own spells, Aurora had to peel her attention away from watching Mitsuki doodle up her arm to the board at the front where the spell and wand movement had been written for those with the attention span of a gnat like her. “Plumavis” she spoke extra clear, her mind now wandering over to whether those with an accent found it harder to produce spells than those whose weren’t as strong. Like her Aunt Kat whose South London accent would change the way she pronounced words sometimes, dropping her T’s like in the way that others mimicked the ‘British’ accent. Did magic just understand that accents existed and it worked anyway?

So focused on her mind ramblings was she (whilst absently tracing a little waves in the air with her wand) that she had completely omitted the chance to practice the Levitation Spell but what could possibly go wrong there?