Celandine listened carefully, figuring she'd gotten the hang of things now. She zoomed as fast as she could to the end of the pitch and dismounted her broom before sorting a bit frantically through the gemstones looking for... oh that one! Celandine slipped the stone in her glove and mounted her broom again, kicking off and staying low as she flew back to Professor Shackleton. "Is this the right one Professor?" Cela asked, taking it out of her glove and holding it up so that it caught the light and glinted, reflecting the mischevious look of enjoyment in her eyes. This one was harder, but it was her best guess.