Originally Posted by maritoy

Daphne was getting increasingly aggravated that her failure to produce water from her wand. She tried various pronunciations of the incantation, but unfortunately for the Ravenclaw, she reciting the wrong phrase. As long as she kept saying "Aquamenti" as opposed to "Aguamenti", nothing would happen. After a time, she started casting the spell in a louder and angrier voice. "Aquamenti! Aquamenti! AQUAMENTI!", the last one carried across the room. Embarrassed at the loss of control and inability to conjure water, Daphne slowly sat down, red in the face. Perhaps she needed to take a break and watch those around.

Eyes darting to other students, most having difficulty, she found herself feeling less annoyed. Perhaps it was a very tough spell, and it was simply normal for the girl to have difficulty... Lost in that comforting thought, Daphne felt cold water shoot into her back. She let out a squeal, louder than her previous outburst. Her face was now red with anger, not embarrassment, and she was ready to give whomever made the mistake of crossing her a piece of her mind. She swiftly turned around and briefly saw a small girl. "WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT!" she yelled, seething with rage. Then she vaguely recognized her as a reserve player on her team. It wouldn't be prudent to go off on a team mate like that. "Watch what you're doing!" she said through clenched teeth. She took off her robe, and hung it on the back of her chair, no sense ruining her blouse and skirt because of that young twit's incompetence. Daphne sat down and twirled her wand. She exercised the greatest restraint by not cursing that little girl.