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imaginarynumb3rs · 08-09-2009, 02:54 PM

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Originally Posted by Waddles

Time to get to the point. "Now, I don't expect many of you to be able to conjure anything on the first try. Before anybody thinks of trying to help me conjure my furniture back, and definitely before anybody attempts to test this law and its exceptions (which won't get you anywhere, I assure you), we're all going to work on conjuring bird feathers," the professor told the class matter-of-factly.

Drawing his wand, Professor Svensson demonstrated for the class. "Watch closely, now," he said. Focusing his mind on a canary feather, Lars spoke the incantation ("plumexer") clearly and twisted his wand ever-so-slightly. Catching the conjured feather in his free hand, Svensson held it up to show the class. "See? There's basically no wand movement, and 'plumexer' is quite simple to say," he explained. "So if there's no questions, you can start trying to conjure feathers!"

As hard as it was to ignore the fact she was filled up with furniture right now, Wesley listened and watched intently, trying to memorize every single thing. This was the greatest class in the history of classes. It was almost as if the professor had read her mind! Stomaching her giddiness, Wesley tried to remain focused. She HAD to get this right. After all, she had promised that pebble she would bring it back. And promises where promises.

Taking out her wand, Wesley tried to picture a pretty yellow feather, just like the professor's, in her mind. "Plumexer," she said softly, twisting her wrist. But...nothing happened.

Starting to get a little agitated, she needed to figure this out before class ended, Wesley tried again,

and failed.

Biting her lip and rocking slightly on her heals, the Hufflepuff tried to figure out exactly what she was doing wrong. She thought of the feather: she could see it- bright yellow, soft and fluffy. And Wesley thought she had said the spell right. She had even twisted her wand! But...Maybe that's it. Maybe it's just like some doors, when they don't open after you twist the nob, then you have to twist the other way...sometimes you have to kick them too-But! Oh, I hope I don't have to do any kicking...that would be bad.

So, shoulders firmly set, Wesley tried again. Feather? Yes, there it was, floating in her mind Check. Okay, now I just need to say it right: Plu-mex-er. And then, twist the wrist. Really small. Opposite. Taking a breath, she exhaled it in the word, "Plumexer." and twisted her wrist the opposite direction.

And there it was, right in front of her, falling lazily down to the ground. Excited, Wesley grabbed it, then held it close to her face for self examination. It was all scrunched up from when she had grasped it. Feeling sad, Wesley whispered sorry to the feather, which was very Hufflepuff in color.

08-09-2009, 02:54 PM	#53 (permalink)
imaginarynumb3rs Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: (GMT -5) Posts: 1,007 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fern Quimbley Third Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Waddles Time to get to the point. "Now, I don't expect many of you to be able to conjure anything on the first try. Before anybody thinks of trying to help me conjure my furniture back, and definitely before anybody attempts to test this law and its exceptions (which won't get you anywhere, I assure you), we're all going to work on conjuring bird feathers," the professor told the class matter-of-factly. Drawing his wand, Professor Svensson demonstrated for the class. "Watch closely, now," he said. Focusing his mind on a canary feather, Lars spoke the incantation ("plumexer") clearly and twisted his wand ever-so-slightly. Catching the conjured feather in his free hand, Svensson held it up to show the class. "See? There's basically no wand movement, and 'plumexer' is quite simple to say," he explained. "So if there's no questions, you can start trying to conjure feathers!" As hard as it was to ignore the fact she was filled up with furniture right now, Wesley listened and watched intently, trying to memorize every single thing. This was the greatest class in the history of classes. It was almost as if the professor had read her mind! Stomaching her giddiness, Wesley tried to remain focused. She HAD to get this right. After all, she had promised that pebble she would bring it back. And promises where promises. Taking out her wand, Wesley tried to picture a pretty yellow feather, just like the professor's, in her mind. "Plumexer," she said softly, twisting her wrist. But...nothing happened. Starting to get a little agitated, she needed to figure this out before class ended, Wesley tried again, and failed. Biting her lip and rocking slightly on her heals, the Hufflepuff tried to figure out exactly what she was doing wrong. She thought of the feather: she could see it- bright yellow, soft and fluffy. And Wesley thought she had said the spell right. She had even twisted her wand! But...Maybe that's it. Maybe it's just like some doors, when they don't open after you twist the nob, then you have to twist the other way...sometimes you have to kick them too-But! Oh, I hope I don't have to do any kicking...that would be bad. So, shoulders firmly set, Wesley tried again. Feather? Yes, there it was, floating in her mind Check. Okay, now I just need to say it right: Plu-mex-er. And then, twist the wrist. Really small. Opposite. Taking a breath, she exhaled it in the word, "Plumexer." and twisted her wrist the opposite direction. And there it was, right in front of her, falling lazily down to the ground. Excited, Wesley grabbed it, then held it close to her face for self examination. It was all scrunched up from when she had grasped it. Feeling sad, Wesley whispered sorry to the feather, which was very Hufflepuff in color.