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Magical Soul
Botros chanted on and on and ooonnn with the kids until the carving was done. He waited for a moment. No smoke whatsoever. He brought his face dangeously close to the wall and sniffed loudly. Nope, nothing, nada. SNIIIIIIIFFF. "Does anyone smell anything?" SNIFF SNIFF. He was sure it was Hagalaz. Why didn't it work. He squinted his eyes at the carved rune, it looked good enough.
HMMM. Interesting.
"We'll try again. Thank you, dear." He patted the Hufflepuff kid's shoulder. "Who can do it again?" Just go ahead and carve for Merlin's sake, the willow is about to wake up.
At the mention of smells, Cutty's brain instantly thought of farts. There'd be some extremely good ones this year that unfortunately often went unnoticed due to the dulled senses brought about by aging. Sometimes, they'd been like a conversation amongst one another, then there were those that were just all hi!bye about it. Just came and did what they had to do and left abruptly. His chuckling calmed significantly, though as he focused on the task at hand and offered up another round of chanting. "
Hagalaz, Hagalaz, H, H, H, H..."
Oh, yeah. Tempus could do this if anyone. Never a doubt in his mind, really.