He was okay, Abey was. She could tell just from the look they shared, a benefit of having shared years of these looks between them, and she felt instantly better about turning her attention on her own spell casting. She could do so freely now.

Taking a deep breath in, Junia held it for a moment and then let it out slowly, clearing her mind. The only thing she was thinking about now was producing a vine. Intent was important, yes? Now she just had to put it into action.

"Irretio!" The clockwise circular motion was done on the rock she'd chosen and then she flicked her wrist upwards towards the ceiling. Come on, come on, come on...

Nothing.

The fifth year almost pouted-almost-but she didn't. This was just a minor setback, she had this.

Rolling her shoulders, she turned her attention back to the rock and narrowed her eyes slightly. "Irretio!"This time a vine did shoot upwards towards the ceiling and though it was thin and didn't look like it'd hold much of anything strong, it was a small victory. "Yes."