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Onto phase three. Onto impending doom, also. Because..now she had even more of a choice, and each one of these next things could result in too much of a distraction for her to do this properly and possibly die/splinch/die/DIE/DIIIIIIIIEEEEEE. Which was definitely not on today's agenda. No siree. Elodie stood in her hoop for a few moments more than she would have wanted to, but used the time to make mental pros and cons of the obstacles presented before deciding on one.
THE LAVA. Which obviously, as they wouldn't be inviting students to die, was either fake, or FAKE. So she knew she wouldn't die. And some lava was coloured orange, and she was rather fond of that colour. (Understatement of the century, say the lucky orange socks) Looking at the other side of the lava, where she was going to BE soon, Elodie took a deeeeeeeeeep breath, letting the outgoing air make a whistle sound and then she prepared herself again. A little wiggle here, a little wiggle there, and then she was in the zone.
Scrunchy closure of the eyes, focus on the everything vitally important, quick breath, and there it was again. The physical feel of what she was doing. Apparating. And the physical proof that if you wanted something enough, it would happen. Because she'd wanted to do that SO FREAKING BAD that when she opened her eyes and was able to look over her shoulder at the lava and the hoops, she squealed and clapped a little.
Oh they danced until their legs were nearly lame, every little crawling creature you could name.... SUCCESS WIGGLES. What was next?
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