Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty wind-..
Wait...really? They got to blow stuff up on the first day? Eden's mental soundtrack came to a pause as she repeated the professor's words in her head.

Look, the school year was off to a tremendously disappointing and frankly traumatizing start. Eden was currently ignoring processing about 26 different emotions, and...there was that pesky anger, bubbling below the surface, waiting for an opportunity to slip through any cracks in her emotional composure. Eden had already spoken out of anger once this lesson, and really didn't think she'd survive doing it twice. So she was going to take advantage of any outlet she could get - she didn't even register the dummies as muggles, just people. The first year took a deep breath and focused her energy on one of the littler dummies and swished her wand in a triangular motion.

"Bombarda!" Okay, this was fun. Her eyes lit up as she watched the spell hit the toddler!Dummy's chest with a loud CRACK. Its chest crumpled as bits and pieces fell to the ground, but it didn't EXPLODE like she thought it was supposed to. She definitely needed a little more oomph, and so she turned to the deceased toddler!Dummy's dad and pictured Rosier. "Bombarda!"

ooc: I wasn't sure if we were allowed to have our spells hit, so I left the second open-ended.