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She gave that question a moment's thought. How long did it hold? Honestly, she had no idea which kinda made her idea look even more sketchy. It could fade half way up the wall then the Ravenclaws would be without a captain. You'd probably hear it was her fault too but she wouldn't have been the one who forced him to try. "We should take a rain check on that, try after we've gotten an answer." For the sake of safety and all that.
In the mean time, back to the things he'd brought. All very good ideas even the comforter!! Lex relaxed a bit at the fact that he didn't question her possession of Alice's lamp or tell her to return it. Too many stairs. She'd already walked down here.
She watched him kick the helmet but scowled at his choice of words. "I'm not a lady. It's rather rude of you to call me that." Yup, totally but on to the spell, the most important part. "Carpe Retractum!" A length of magic rope burst from her wand, springing across the room and latching on to the helmet which flew toward her almost immediately. Almost because there was a bit of tugging required.
Helmet in hand, she grabbed Alice's lamp and put it where the first object once stood. "Now you."
Whyyyyy was Lex using his super cool helmet? And making him use Alice's lamp? Mo scrubbed at his hair with a puzzled expression, especially because he didn't want to be the one responsible for breaking something of Alice's. Not when she was already mad. It didn't matter that Lex stole it; Mo would be blamed. That was how it worked.
"You're ladyish, so accept it. And I know you've been snogging boys, so you might as well not protest the label." Mo took a moment to sign his name to the bottom of Alice's lamp before swapping out the helmet and returning the lamp to Lex's care. He wasn't going to get in trouble if he could help it. Mo chucked the helmet back across the floor. "I'm not gonna break Alice's lamp. Was that your own idea or is someone paying you?"
The point was... Mo was going to just do the spell and not worry about it. He lifted his wand, cracking it like a whip with the flick of his wrist.
"Carpe Retractum!" The orange rope of light crackled from the tip of his wand, reaching out and wrapping the helmet and dragging it across the floor. Bump bump bump. Not... exactly what he'd had in mind.