Brian was still a little skeptical of this spell. If all it did was shoot things off into the air and not really keep them there, and shooting them so fast that whatever it was probably wouldn't be able to achieve whatever purpose it was being shot up for, what was the bloody use of the spell? Did the weird guy who invented it try it just for the heck of it? Or as an alternative levitating charm and fail but decide to market it because he'd messed up? That was how Post-Its came about. He was sure of it.

Whatever it was, he still had to pass this class. So he picked up a sheet of parchment that he'd not doodled on out of boredom yet and crumpled it. He definitely looked falsely enthusiastic. YUP. If there was one thing Brian was good at doing, it was looking like he was enjoying himself when he was really not. Where was Timmy? They could probably make a game out of it or something.

Oh well. Might as well practice in the meantime, right? The incantation was Alarte Ascendare. "Alarte Ascendera." No, wait. That wasn't it. "A-lar-te As-cen-dare." MUCH BETTER. "Alarte Ascendare." For such a pointless spell, it sure had a difficult incantation.