"Alright. I'm positive I can do this, though. I trust you," she said, shooting him a tiny smile just before rising into the air. She did truly trust Cope, too. When she first met him, he'd seemed like such a nice guy---oh, and he was a seventh year, too! Surely an eighteen-year-old knew what he was doing when casting a spell! The odd thing was, though, her trust in him had only deepened lately. It was almost like...whatever he said...she just automatically agreed to with no questions asked.

As she flew higher and higher, she stretched her arms out, closing the gap between the star and the branch it was to go on. A few seconds later, it was on! It was shiny, it was beautiful, and it was simply perfect! She stared at it in awe for a few seconds before turning back to Cope. "Alright, Cope. I'm all done," she said.