 Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed
Seeing the room awash with the vibrant colours of the many conjured Butterflies, Patroclus thought it was about time he stopped watching and had a go himself. He withdrew his wand from within his robes and firstly practiced the wand movement. Once he had duplicated the professors movements as best he could, Patroclus began his first grand attempt.
"Papilio" he breathed clear and precisely, and to Patroclus surprise from the tip of his wand sprung seven beautifully formed butterflies - each one a colour of the rainbow. Gliding in an arc above his desk, the rainbow butterflies shone like a real rainbow that had filled the sky after a warm summer rain shower.
"Perfection" he smiled. |