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Ever since Bellaire used to teach Charms, Lottie was more than prepared for anything that may occur during her lessons. Remember that shoe, Aidan Stone? Precisely. That was a warning.
It seemed that way. The Hogwartian wasn't remotely surprised by Ella's words, she definitely looked like the kind who cared about animals. What with the dogs and the turtle, and her love of elephants. Yup. Not surprising at all. There was a smile on Lottie's face for the Head Girl, though, "Yes, I agree wholeheartedly. Not to mention that you're technically forcing the transformation onto them, and since most of them can't talk...," a language that humans understood, unlike the Giant Squid, "...then you don't have their permission." She disliked to be forced into things, can't you tell? Reason number one why she'd rather Clover not to have fancy hats or anything similar. And no transfiguration on Lottie, ever.
We still like Bellaire, though.
"Thanks!" They did a wonderful job, clearly. And should totally team up for Transfiguration in the future.
Now, back to the boat, hers was safely on the blanket, out of harm and water's way. And the vine was in her hand when Ella spoke next. Right. The spell. She remembered this one, actually. "It's Vinea Funiculus," nothing fun here, this is practice, "And pointing instead of tapping." In case Ella also needed help with that.
"Vinea Funiculus!" she said, pointing at the vine and... she probably did a terrible job at focusing because that rope seemed like it could be cut with the edge of a piece of parchment. "Like that... only much, much better." Disgusting example of magic. Mediocrity at its best. She touched the rope and wrinkled her nose before returning it to its former state.
Permission, yes. Ella nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. This was nice, having a normal conversation with Lottie without feeling like she wanted to make a quick getaway. Perhaps the talk they'd had earlier in the term had made things a bit better between them? At least now she knew where she stood if anything.
Vinea Funiculus and pointing. Sounded familiar.
"Yeah, that. Thank you." For the reminder. The eighteen year old had notes in her bag somewhere but she wasn't keen to go fishing for them at the moment. There was just
way too much stuff in there. She...should probably clean it out later or something.
Amusing, that was. Ella smiled a bit wider at the demonstration, noting Lottie's dissatisfaction with her work.
"It wasn't that bad. Perfectly good rope if you're, say, a mouse." She was kidding, of course, and not meanly either.
"Your next one will be better." Obviously. The brunette didn't strike the blonde as the type to give up until something was perfect or near to.
Her turn.
Pointing her wand at the vine, Ella concentrated on what she wanted and then said clearly,
"Vinea Funiculus!" Hm. It was a rope, not a bad one either. Ella set her wand down and picked it up in her hands, tugging on it gently.
"Strong but...too heavy, I think." Ella wasn't exactly the strongest around so she'd need to work on that.
"Reverto."
And again because she wanted to get her rope as good as she could.
"Vinea Funiculus!" A point of her wand later and again, there was a rope. Better this time. If only they had more people for a tug-o-war match. Perhaps her and Lottie would be on the same side this time around.