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*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Witch of Rebirth
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Jul 09, 2013 06:06PM
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Clara picked up on the slight defensiveness that had entered the Ravenclaw's eyes and tone. A small frown replaced her wide smile. "Hey, don't take that personally. I'm not insulting you, I'm just...well, commenting. Practically everything I say ends up being smart at least somewhat. I'm not trying to offend anyone." As a girl whose sensitivity to insult was more pronounced than a Hufflepuff's sensitivity to meanness, she definitely didn't want to go around giving people the wrong idea--and so she tried to make amends, snarkily or otherwise.
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"Oh. Well, that's fine. I only need a little bit of help anyway." She turned to the lake, drew her wand, and flicked it at the air, calling out, "Aguamenti!" The water that came from her wand did so in a spurt and not a jet--and a rather pathetic spray at that. Clara could have growled in her frustration. "You see? Hardly anything comes out! And no one can tell me what I'm doing wrong."
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"Emphasis, better movement, force. Got it." Clara nodded and smiled appreciatively at the Ravenclaw. Then she turned back to the lake, slashed her wand in a diagonal line, and thrust it forward. "Aguamenti!" The water came clear and cool, shooting in what the Slytherin thought was a rather graceful line from her wand. Not as good as it could be, but certainly not as bad as it was. That was good--she'd have to tell Rosaline that she wasn't a complete failure at Charms after all.
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"Hey, I couldn't have done this well if we hadn't bargained." Of course, the Slytherin neglected to say "if you hadn't helped me" outright, though that was obviously what she meant--she still had her reputation to think about, after all. "And speaking of bargains, I think it's time I return your favor." Clara turned back to the Ravenclaw and plopped down on the soft grass. "Go get your rabbit. Or you can go hunt down a few mice, if you're into that." A small, catlike smirk. "Whichever works."((I love this girl.))
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Bryorny made a face at the thought of using her rabbit again as prey to her poor transfiguration skills. "Will him I. The mice get hurt?" She asked cautiously. That was a reason why she wasn't a fan of transfiguration much. She thought that the animals could be and were hurt when transformed into pieces of furniture and utensils. It always made her uneasy.
((Um, what? Her dialogue makes no sense.))
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((Turn off autocorrect. XD))Clara shook her head. "No, no. Not if you do it right--and certainly not while I'm assisting you. I'm very good in Transfiguration." There were instances where the animals one tried to transfigure could get hurt, but they were rare, and they only showed up during incredibly horrible spellcasting. Bryorny and she would make a fine team; the Slytherin was confident that no one and nothing would get hurt. But just in case the Ravenclaw was having any doubts, she added: "I can reverse any mistakes very quickly, if you do end up making a drastic one. Transfiguration is my best subject, like I said. There's no danger."
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After a long pause in which worry glistened in her bright turquoise gaze, Bryorny nodded and walked up off the shore to grab Jigsaw. He let out a small squeak of disagreement as Bryorny picked him up (obviously not yet forgetting the earlier Transfiguration catastrophe) and led him over to shore of the lake, all the while muttering apologies into his long, keen ears. "Here you go," she said, and set him down onto the sand, placing one finger on the top of his head to make him stay. "What first?" She asked, placing her wand out from her jeans.
((You sure can. It's wonderful.))"The wand motion is very important for this spell," Clara told her. "I think that's actually where you went wrong the first time. If you do even a single thing with hesitation, the entire spell gets screwed over. Three quick, firm taps at the air above the animal's head, like this." She demonstrated, tapping her wand three times just above Jigsaw's head with quick, curt flicks of her wrist. "Then you say the incantation, Vera Verto. Make sure you enunciate the r's. Like so: Vera Verto!" A delicate trill was added on to each word. The Slytherin looked at Bryorny with an attentive eye, making sure she was paying attention. "Should I do the spell first, or would you like to try it?"
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Clara nodded. "Okay. Watch closely." The air above the rabbit's head received three quick, brisk taps. The Slytherin called, "Vera Verto!" and, in an instant, Jigsaw began to transform seamlessly into a delicate crystal goblet. No whiskers, no long ears, no twitching tail or sniffing nose. The girl muttered the counter spell, and Jigsaw was back to animal form just as quickly as he had gone to cup. "You see? Now you try."
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Clara gave a smile that only mentors watching their pupils succeed could pull off. "You were fantastic," she praised, ruffling the rabbit's fluffy coat with the hand that wasn't holding her wand. There was nothing on Jigsaw at all that could suggest any harm or discomfort. "See? He's as happy as an ashwinder wrapped up in embers. Good job!" Usually the Slythern reserved such high praise for those in her own House, but the more she talked to Bryorny, the more she found herself liking the Ravenclaw. She even found herself hoping that they could stay in touch after this; it would be beneficial to both of them, not to mention good for the Slytherin's severe lack of friends.
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Clara gave a modest shrug. "I just took to it," she replied, an amused smile parting her lips. "Kind of like you took to charms--I'm a year ahead of you and I couldn't get the water-making spell down." A wink, and the smile widened. The Slytherin gave Jigsaw one last adoring look, then she stood. "Well, I gotta run," she said. "A housemate of mine wants me to meet her for lunch so we can go over some Potions homework. Maybe I'll see you around?"
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[Fade?]
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Herbology was not one of Erin's worst troubles, compared with the family crisis and Transfiguration, so she had agreed to study the subject with Rosaline by the lake. She had grown rather fond of the Slytherin girl; if anything she comsidered her an elder. Just now she could see her friend on the shore of this chilly fall day. Erin was glad she'd gotten to a good start; with an open book."Hello, Rosaline," she greeted her friend warmly.
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Rosaline rolled onto her side, brushing off the leaves that stuck to the front of her robes, to look up at Erin. The sun fell directly onto her, outlining her halo of blonde hair; Rosaline squinted against the light as she greeted her back in a lazy drawl, "Hi, Erin, I was wondering when you'd make it. Sit down - or, lie down, if you like." She looked away from the brightness, and as her eyes adjusted they found something approaching from the lakeside.
"Oh, that's right, you all come in pairs," Rosaline remarked quietly, then added at a more audible volume, "Let's wait for Beckett." It was only stalling, what with Erin here she might actually have to do work.
When invited to sit or lie down, Erin grinned and couldn't help but place herself in a good lounging, not studying position. She didn't even ask about studying, and then Rosaline said mentioned Dom. That was when she whirled around to look for him, and her eyes fell on her cousin."Dom!" she greeted him.
