Attempting to slow the ball down to no avail numerous more times just frustrated Alice more and more until she was prepared to rip up the parchment and give up. The sixth year was now sprawled on her stomach across the top of her desk, letting her head hang off so she could see the ball as it fell. Slow. Slowww.

It was the mustache. Too distracting.

Deciding that the professor's facial hair was the cause of all her problems, she slid around on her tummy until she was hanging off the other side of the desk, dropping the parchment ball once more. "Arresto Momentum." Slow. Slow. Slowwww.

Was that stopped? She tried to peer as closely as her precarious position allowed, finally realizing that her object was drifting down to the ground with the speed of a snail. Alice grinned lazily at the sight of it doing exactly as she'd envisioned but didn't make any move to pick it up. Nope. She was comfortable there.

Maybe if no one else was done yet, she could nap. Excellent idea, was it not?