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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Sixth Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin First Year  x5  x3
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Elizabeth entered the room set aside for the Transfiguration practice carefully, trying to stay clear of the arrows that the students inside were shooting off. I don't have the protection spell on me yet, she thought wryly, Don't want to get any holes punched in me. Making her way around the room to the table, she managed to get there in one piece, only having to duck once to avoid an arrow that got a little too close for comfort. And once she got there, she selected a pair of safety goggles, slipping them over her eyes before glancing at the parchments, It wasn't exactly that she had forgotten the spells, she just wanted to make sure she remembered them right. Especially since she had planned on trying to do all of them non-verbally.
Then, stepping a foot or so away from the table, she pointed her wand at herself, moving it in a circular fashion while thinking [I]Impiriano!" emphatically. And then she glanced at her arms, feeling ten million times safer when she saw the blue glow surrounding them, as well as the rest of her body when she double-checked. Time to choose a target. Moving toward the line, she instinctively ducked a few more times, even though she was fairly certain the protection spell was going to hold. Sometimes it paid to be careful.
As her green eyes took in a target, she focused on it, trying desperately to focus since she knew that was imperative for nonverbal spells to work. But, she had noticed both Willow and Ludo when she had headed in here, Willow leaving, and Ludo still inside, and her mind wanted to wander. To whether or not the Quidditch roster had been posted, to the fact that she was curious as to what Ludo had been up to. And then her mind wandered even further, to Hogsmeade, and the whole issue between Robert, Mari, and Cayden. Blinking, she tried once again to focus her mind, clear the distractions out, and forcefully thought Shrowan!, jabbing her wand at the target. But her aim had been off, and the arrow ended up jutting out of the target on the far edge, just barely having made it. If it had been any further off, it would have hit the wall.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she mentally yelled at herself. Focus! Do you want to end up hurting somebody, or something, because you couldn't focus? Jonathan would laugh at you And that last comment snapped something inside herself. She would do anything to avoid her brother thinking she was a failure. Taking a deep breath, she cleared her mind before opening her eyes to look at the target, glaring at the lonely arrow sticking out from the side. Narrowing her eyes determinedly, she turned her gaze to the little red dot at the center. The bulls-eye. She could make it in there. She did it once in class, she could do it again.
Blocking everything else in the room out, sounds, images, everything, she concentrated her whole self on that little red dot, then jabbed her wand directly at it. Shrowan!, she thought for a second time, and kept her focus on the bulls-eye until she saw the arrow hit it dead center. Then she grinned, taking another breath as she felt vindicated. She knew she could do it.
For a second, she contemplated going over and taking both arrows out of the target before she made her third shot. But then, she tilted her head to one side as she remembered something from a Muggle movie her father had made them watch once when he had been home. A man had shot an arrow, that hit so accurately it had split another arrow in two. Narrowing her eyes again as she examined the arrow she had gotten into the bulls-eye, she wondered if she could manage to do the same. Except without the bow and arrow that the Muggle had had to use. And it would be something to gloat about to Jonathan, since she was fairly certain he never managed to do something like that.
Taking another deep breath, she focused all her attention on the teeny tiny point that was the end of her other arrow, in the target. Then she lifted her wand, lining it up exactly with the point, since she knew that accuracy was going to be key if she was going to accomplish this. Bringing her other hand up to steady her wand, she took a third deep breath before focusing every fiber of her being on her self-made target. She was going to make this. She knew it. Her green eyes intent on that tiny little point, she cast the spell once again, thinking Shrowan! as she jabbed the wand directly at her other arrow. And then she held her breath as she watched the newly conjured arrow fly straight at the other one, landing directly in the smae place and neatly splittling the other, before imbedding in the target.
At which point her eyes widened, as she realized she had actually done it, and she froze in place for a second before a huge grin split her face. She bit her lip to keep from cheering, and simply turned to make her way back over to the table to return the safety glasses. Leaving the protection spell active until she got safely out of the room, she carefully worked her way to the door again and slipped out, letting the spell fall once the door had shut behind her. And then she walked down the corridor, still feeling the excitement generated by her accomplishment.
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