Okay, so her answer hadn't been the best. At least she had tried. It was hard to think clearly when ones well-being was being threatened, as well as those around her. She could shake it off and move on. Do better next time. Yep.

Dahlia was still trying to wrap her young head around where they were when the scenery changed. It all looked so peaceful, the different size dummies all moving about and sitting at tables. This was like stepping foot into Diagon Alley or something. What was going on?

Bombarda?! Had the evil Melty Faced Headmaster said they were going to be using Bombarda?! T-to pull up the dummies?! On a normal day she could handle that, how else would they learn bu-but... these dummies appeared so life-like! That little one there!.. it was about the same size as her niece! How did he expect her to blow them up?!?!

Dahlia bit her lip as she pulled her wand from the holster on her waist, her hand shaking as she felt the cool wood against her palm. 'Not real, this is not real, th-their dummies, n-not real people, not Bryony or Lo-Logan or an-anyone else. It's all fake, fake, fake...' she repeated over and over again in her head until her hand stopped shaking enough to preform the triangular motion correctly.

Closing her eyes she thought about what her parents had taught her as well as her older siblings and cousins. Focus. Visualize. Make it happen. Opening her eyes, Lia aimed her wand at dummie sitting at one of the tables. "Bombarda," she cast, her hand yet again shaking.

Nothing. Not even a spark. She was going to have to try again.