Celandine opened the door upon hearing professor pierce invite her inside, and stepped in, her expression earnest.

"Excuse me, Professor," Celandine began, "I was hoping that maybe, because I'm a third year- only one year younger than some of the others that got to learn the spell- if I could possibly learn the ribbon conjuring spell... um... risona... because I'd really like to know how to do it, and the sparks are cool- especially when they come out the colours you want just by thinking the colours, even multiple colours and my favourite which was gold- but if i'm ever stuck in a maze again," which... wasn't all that unlikely considering... Hogwarts, "I'd like to be able to communicate more clearly and make my own code."

Like Plymouth and his squares.

Celandine thought for a second, "And it would be kind of neat to be able to write supportive messages to display in the stands during quidditch games. So I understand if I'm not allowed, but i'd really like to learn it."

And she'd prefer to learn it from the professor than from Plymouth.

She gazed up hopefully at Professor Pierce, chewing on her lip as had become an almost constant nervous habit.