Well at least Willow had enough sense in her to drop the conversation about his admittance to being touchy. Maybe that was why he actually seemed to withstand the Ravenclaw long enough than most females her age; because she had some sense left in her?

Nodding when she casually corrected his little pronunciation error, Dominic was actually impressed that she had been paying attention to catch onto it since it was quite subtle. And wait, had he really inserted 'her' into the charm? Gulping of embarrassment, he quickly set that aside and bit his lower lip to keep furthering any more rush of blood to his cheeks.

"Good idea," he murmured in agreement, when she suggested about giving it a try now. Watching her focus and utter the charm perfectly, he waited for the chest to magically open as the charm was anticipated to make do. As other students had done before them. The chest rattled a bit, but nothing, like him.

Dominic was about to suggest that he try his luck at the charm again when it felt as though his arm were breaking. And quite literally too as he glanced in shock to find the forearm had disjointed itself from his upper arm. Willow had opened his arm instead of the chest!! Biting his lower lip again to keep from screaming in pain - although not too much pain honestly, since it was just the elbow joint slightly distracted, he swallowed back the salty tears and clutched his elbow with his opposite hand.

"Professor," the fifth year called for him, hoping he knew some quick treatment for repairing a dislocated elbow joint. Ugh - how was he supposed to play quidditch like this!? She probably did it on purpose; injuring one of the opposing team's players... "My elbow!!"

Amelia closed her eyes and took a deep breath...she wasn't sure if she was going to be able to do this. Glancing around at all the other students, she whispered "Alohomora." Nothing happened.
"Might as well be banging my head against a wall....its always this charm! Any other charm, i can do, and normally on the first try. But this one..." Even Jaquline hadn't been sucessful in making her perform it right. She bit her fingernail. Stupid lock. Why can't I just pick it?! I've been able to do that since i was 3.

Qaz was more than happy to have the class continue....her wand-work still frustrated her...

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Well at least Willow had enough sense in her to drop the conversation about his admittance to being touchy. Maybe that was why he actually seemed to withstand the Ravenclaw long enough than most females her age; because she had some sense left in her?

Nodding when she casually corrected his little pronunciation error, Dominic was actually impressed that she had been paying attention to catch onto it since it was quite subtle. And wait, had he really inserted 'her' into the charm? Gulping of embarrassment, he quickly set that aside and bit his lower lip to keep furthering any more rush of blood to his cheeks.

"Good idea," he murmured in agreement, when she suggested about giving it a try now. Watching her focus and utter the charm perfectly, he waited for the chest to magically open as the charm was anticipated to make do. As other students had done before them. The chest rattled a bit, but nothing, like him.

Dominic was about to suggest that he try his luck at the charm again when it felt as though his arm were breaking. And quite literally too as he glanced in shock to find the forearm had disjointed itself from his upper arm. Willow had opened his arm instead of the chest!! Biting his lower lip again to keep from screaming in pain - although not too much pain honestly, since it was just the elbow joint slightly distracted, he swallowed back the salty tears and clutched his elbow with his opposite hand.

"Professor," the fifth year called for him, hoping he knew some quick treatment for repairing a dislocated elbow joint. Ugh - how was he supposed to play quidditch like this!? She probably did it on purpose; injuring one of the opposing team's players... "My elbow!!"

This.Was.Not.Happening.

When had such a normal and not particularly complex lesson as charms had become so. . . so. . . something! She had actually managed to hurt someone. Physically hurt someone, that is. Never, in her sixteen years of life, had Willow hurt another human being!

Other than in Quidditch, of course. But Quidditch didn't really count, according to her; injuries happened very often during a Quidditch game.

But definitely NOT during a Charms lesson.

Instantly, she dropped her wand making a face as if the little stick was some kind of deadly weapon, and faintly heard as it hit the floor beneath her. "I. . . er. . . are you alright?" What a stupid question. Of course he wasn't alright! For Merlin's sake, the boy was in pain and anyone would be able to tell. Was it so hard to come up with something smart to say? So much for being a Ravenclaw. . . "I really didn't, er--" she cleared her throat, for her voice had came out a bit hoarse, and then took a deep breath, "I did not mean to do that. It was an accident. Really. I am sooooo sorry. . . " she whispered, in something that sounded like a plea, but not quite. "I, er--please don't cry." Please don't cry? Seriously? Weelll--she did have a point, for if Dominic started to cry, she might start to cry, too, and that was something she was not looking forward to do.

Awkwardly, she patted his good arm. And then quickly dropped it as soon as she realized she was touching someone.

Ugh. Where was her usual confidence? Gone, gone with the wind, apparently.

This had officially become her worst class ever. Even worst than that Herbology class a few terms ago when she had accidentaly killed a plant. But this was an entire different situation, because Willow did not care for plants, while Dominic, well. . . he was the only boy she'd ever been able to relate to.

Well, Clifford Carden could say now that she was indeed Bone Crusher. Oh, perfect.

However, this quickly left her head as soon as the possibility of landing on detention ocurred to her.

No!

CLIFFORD WAS THE BOSS!

Evangeline very nearly growled in response at Clifford's words, but decided against it since it'd clearly jeopardize his concentration. Not to mention that she had a reputation to keep, right? Eh. She liked to think so. Hehe.

It seemed it was third time lucky and Evangeline bounced again when the chest clicked. He had made it!! "Yay!! You're the boss!" She giggled happily, grinning widely at him. "I told you you'd make it." HEhe.

Twilight smiled back at Sloanne, her intuition told her that she had done that on purpose and it showed to Twilight a good heart and soul. She hoped they would become friends.

"I guess being new at this I should give it another try.", she said locking up the chest. SHe pointed hr wand at the chest "Alohomora" and even though the lock only swung back and forth, she didn't feel like breaking into tears anymore. "Alohomora" she said in a more define voice and the lock opened.

Reese pulled her wand out of her robe pocket when Ana went to go get their chest.She fumbled around with her wand as she glanced around the classroom watching all the other students trying the spell on there own chest.

She looked back at Ana when she arrived back to the desk with the chest.She back away a few steps just in case the first year messed up the spell and it back fired.Safety first."Yeah,concentraton is the key..."

Reese smiled at Ana when she opened the chest."That was great!"she exclaimed."Now,it's my turn." She walked over to the chest and closed it back.She stepped back and brought her wand out in front of her until she heard the Professor's voice.She lowered her wand and turned around. "Just one more second,Professor."She turned back around and held her wand out,again. "Alohomora."she muttered. The chest clicked open and she smiled at herself.She did it!

He did it! Like, well and truly actually unlocked that bloody chest! If he wasn't in a crowded classroom, Clifford would've started his victory dance. He had a feeling that wouldn't be too good for the whole ... cool image though. Heh.

"I am the MAN!" He puffed out his chest proudly and nodded triumphantly when Evangeline told him he was indeed the boss. The boss.. the man.. whatever, he was just COOL! He unlocked the chest! Oh yeah!

"Ahhh, it was probably just luck. A fluke." He said, suddenly coming over all modest. Bwaha.

Freya had placed her wand on the table space in front of her and waited patiently. She hadn't had much to say lately, which was certainly odd, but at least it would spare everyone else the pain. Freya took her quill from the ink vial and scribbled a few notes on her parchment, nothing much, just things that had come to her mind. She lowered the quill again and waited, her slender hands clasped together.

"Hmm..." Ian mused, rubbing his chin. "That's a good question. Very insightful. As for the charm, yes, it does seem to work more often on less complex locks and less often on more complex locks. However, if done correctly and flawlessly, there really should be no difference on how well the charm works, as long as there is no counter-jinx in place, of course. As for heavily-warded doors, I'm sure a very skilled witch or wizard would be able to pull it off, but I have yet to try, nor am I confident I would have much success.

Take a point for Ravenclaw for such an insightful question."

Ian managed to catch the kid out of the corner of his eye, and decided to issue a friendly warning: "Let's not show off, now."

"There you go!" Ian exclaimed. "Great work!"

"My word!" Ian responded. "That is quite the strange occurrence!" He waved his wand over the locks, making them stop, and asked her to try again.

"Woah! Be careful there!" Ian said, chuckling.

Ian rushed over to the calls to find a young man whose forearm had become disjointed from his upper-arm. "Oh my! Let us allow the school healer to take care of this. Miss...Kovac, is it? Would you be so kind as to escort your friend up to the hospital wing?"




Ian looked around the classroom, admiring the successes and perseverance of the students. "Wonderful! Wonderful! Every single one of you is doing splendidly!

It seems as though most of you have mastered this charm. I do believe it is time to move on."

He waved his wand over the classroom and the chests disappeared. He turned around to his desk and quickly conjured up something that was hidden underneath a large sheet. It was quite rectangular in shape, although, of course, it was three-dimensional. It also looked so large (how large was it?) that it looked as though it could encase a rather large man.

"Are there any guesses as to what is under this sheet, before I continue?"

Freya raised her hand, "Is it a coffin?" She asked. 'Wow, no need to sound so upbeat...'

"Hmmmm....a chinses puzzle box?" Set guessed. He really had been given no clue to the object other than its shape and size.

What was that? Clifford didn't have the foggiest. "Is it a bed, Sir? Incase you get a wee bit sleepy?"

"Is it a trunk?"

Cam raised his hand. "A box filled with... candy or treasure?"

Oo! Cadence said raising her hand upon hearing this student's guess. Is it a trunk with lots of locks professor?

"My guess is a whooping big safe," Varius offered after raising his hand.

Jake raised his hand. "Is it a box we can keep Cameron in, 'til he calms down?" he suggested. Erm, Pot calling Kettle, much?! "Or... someone else?"

Agie raised her hand. "Is it some sort of box? Or like a magical trunk. Remember that crazy dude? Mad eye something?"

"Is it a giant chest?" asked Barry, he needed points, despiratley

Amelia rasied her hand. "Is it some sort of table...? Or chest, maybe with several compartments?" Like her mum's old one...

Ian smirked. "You're all close.....in one way or another. Before I do the big reveal, have any of you heard of a muggle "magician" named Harry Houdini who used to perform in the late 1800's and early 1900's? He was most famous for his death-defying escape acts."

HINT.

"Sir," Copernicus looked aghast. "Surely not a tank for Chinese Water Torture."

Nikita glared at the covered object, trying to discern what might be underneath. She heard the other students' guesses, and they all - or mostly all - seeme plausible. Still, Nikita couldn't resist adding her own guess. She raised her hand slowly.

"Is he a Muggle escape magician? Didn't he lock himself in boxes and pretend to escape from them?"

'I've heard of him.' Freya thought. She raised her hand, "Does that mean it is a water tank?" At least she was close. 'Death-defying...coffin...'