SPOILER!!: Weeest!
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Tegz
Yeah. That was true. West looked around for Alice, spotted her mucking about with some parchment with Mo (again. Seriously) and frowned and looked at Bee again. Anyways. Time to do stuff.
He watched for a moment, wand at the ready and focusing like how Dylan had drilled into him for so many years of charms practice, and then she tossed it and he waved his wand and thought about the hairclip slowwwwwwwwwwwwwwing dowwwwwwwwwwwwwn. "Arresto Momentum!" The hairclip's descent was suddenly abnormally gradual, and it spun slowwwwly as it gently lowered into Beezus's hand. West thought it was a bit like when you threw something sticky like a jelly slug against some glass and watched it sliiiiiiiiiiiiiide down, like something was desperately battling gravity. Losing, but losing slowly, y'know?
Anyways it had worked and West forgot himself a bit and bounced a few times in his seat. Eager. Yess. Winner. Successs.
Ahem. Where was he? Oh yeah.
"You're up for slowing next." He held up his guitar pick. Was she ready? Soon as he thought she was, he began flipping it in the air, and catching it on his thumb, then flipping it again. Yep she could give it a go any time now.
Hairclip was up, West was waving his wand. And Beezus barely had the time to react when he spoke the incantation and she watched before her very eyes how the hairclip lost speed or gravity, or both. Her palm was open ready by the time it took on a spin before finally settling back onto her hand. She grinned and in one swift motion, fastened the hairclip into her hair near her ear.
Wait though. Was he bouncing? Beezus couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at him,
"Nifty." She said, taking hold of her wand. Okay, so it was her turn now. Slow Down, eh? She just had a perfect song in mind for that. Oh, yes she did.
Oh oh oh oh yeaaaah baby slow down the so- oh oh oh oh oh-oooong..
A little bit of the stray thoughts, but as soon as the Slytherin tossed his guitar pick in the air, Beezeus reeled in her concentration quickly and focused on her
intent. She had to slow down that guitar pick. Sloooooooow doooooooooooooon.
"Arresto Momentum!" There it went, the guitar pick....it was falling down at a leisurely pace, almost as though it was a very light feather taking its time to reach the ground.
She blew air as soon as it landed on West's thumb and smiled widely.
"Ready to stop things?" She asked him.