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Ama 
Daphne wrinkled her brow. Her bottom lip found itself trapped between her teeth as she contemplated the correct incantation. Wingardium Leviosa? Locomotor---? Instinctively, Daphne's eyes found Celandine's and she almost asked her outright for the answer before she was aware that Professor Kazimeriz was there.
Possibly expecting her to be more decisive than this. "Yes, sir," the blond answered finally pulling out her wand. "Locomotor Carpet?" she inquired. "Would that be appropriate?"
Then...Huh? "Who fell out of a tree, Celly?" O_o
"I'm not supposed to say." Celandine answered, loyal to the end when it came to protecting Garret and his oh-so-manly reputation.
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unicornkeeper07
All of Rafe's nervousness seemed it all go away with Cela's encouragement. "Don't worry, I won't drop you, I promise," Rafe said with a wide confident smile. "And if for any reason magically I should, I'll be right there to catch you!" Rafe said with a little laugh. Rafe thought the Wingardium Leviosa spell could be the best. Rafe took out his wand and aimed it at at Cela, at the last minute he changed the spell, something he thought would be better, hopefully it was a more accurate spell, "Mobilicorpus!"
Rafe felt completely confident with his last minute spell and hoped it worked.
Cela was about to repond when she was suddenly in the air. She bit her lip because she was jolted around a tiny bit, but otherwise, for a first year Rafe did pretty well with the spell.
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Seeker_Seven "I fell out of a Christmas tree once," Tino said conversationally. He gave no further explanation.
Hmmmm. Next problem. What on earth was a settee? He supposed it was the couchy thing Kazi was pointing at. . . ohhhh boy. Transfiguration! Finally, something Tino wasn't half-bad at. He wasn't even all-bad at it. He could change items just by thinking about their molecular structure and rearranging it. With the proper focus, of course. That was the tricky part. Tino's concentration skills rivaled that of a gnat on Red Bull.
"Carpet diem," Tino told the settee, swishing his wand and squinting hard at his target. There was a shrinking of fabric and the lurch of disappearing wood, and in 2 seconds, the couch was gone. In its place was a large wicker basket, containing a squishy pillow covered in a tiny dog-bone pattern, and a fire-hydrant squeak toy that had once been the settee cushion. "There!," Tino said proudly. He paused. "Um. Sorry. It's not a carpet but. . . I was thinking about Cela, and she sorta reminds me of a golden retriever."
"I've never climbed a christmas tree." Celandine answered dreamily, her plotting face seriously ON.
Oooh errrr.
Snuuggly.
Wait, a golden retriever? A dog? But Cela didn't do... stuff to
Tino's leg.
"A golden retriever?" Cela wasn't offended, just curiou....owwwww! Cela shifted her arm and the bones grinded together. She went pale.