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Nyle's frown deepened as he chewed the bitter brussel sprout leaf, the sharp, earthy flavor still very much present on his tongue and he battle with all his might not to spit it out - that would be horrifically rude and embarrassing. He exhaled slowly through his nose, a quiet sigh escaping him as he reluctantly picked up the sprout again and tried to convince himself it wasn’t as awful a first attempt as he was imagining. But it was awful, that was fact. His classmates were going about their tasks with a mix of concentration and excitement, their plates seemingly glistening with the signs of successful charms. It seemed as though everyone had managed to conjure up at least a little bit of flavorful delight, while his attempts remained stubbornly untouched by magic.
"MAA-gee-mush," he repeated again, his fingers gripping his wand a little more tightly this time, though still unsure. The wand movement felt more natural now - in his mind, at least - and he made another half-hearted swirl through the air. There was a subtle crackle of magic, but when Nyle looked down, the brussel sprout hadn’t changed. In fact, it looked... well, it looked worse somehow. The green had deepened into a sickly shade of brownish purple, as if it were spoiling right before his blue eyes, dim with self-consciousness. Frowning, Nyle picked it up, feeling a strange squish beneath his fingertips - yup, definitely rancid and there was a pungent aroma wafting into the air on top of it all. "Okay...okay...this is fine...everything is fine...I can fix this..." he rambled to himself, a private pep talk that did little to sooth his humiliation but did manage to keep him focused and not spinning off into complete panic. "F-F-Finite?" he pleaded to the rotting brussel sprout. Nyle’s face burned with embarrassment as he shifted in his seat, praying no one had noticed - perhaps he ought to get a tutor and someone that wasn't Iris for once.
Nyle let out a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh of relief as Professor Feirgrund’s words rang through the room. Finally, the end of class was upon them. His gaze flicked nervously to the plate in front of him once more, the brussel sprouts now an unsettling mix of inedible goo and fuzz but at least his Finite had ceased further goo-ification and the aroma had, mostly, dissipated as well. With a quiet mutter to himself, Nyle stood, wiping his palms on the sides of his robes before discreetly tipping the plate of ruined food into his bag - a mistake he would regret later - to toss once he was away from the classroom. His gaze slid over the students around him, lips pursed and bag not hugged against his chest. "Um, thAnks for today, professor. Really, uh, really spiced-up charmswork today!" he squeaked before shuffling himself out and was halfway down the corridor before taking a breath.
Yeah...he needed a tutor.
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