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It wasn't every day that he got complimented with his non-verbals, and it was quite nice to be noticed once in a while. He'd been practising since his fourth year, and it took him some time to actually get the hang of it, but he was pleased that all that hard work paid off, just in time as well because he'd just turned 17 last year, and it meant he could use his wand in the muggle world. It was a huge plus to be able to do magic non-verbally, for obvious reasons. "Thanks, Professor." Noah gave Carton a smile and a nod, grateful for his attention. Not every professor was like him, did he know?
Noah sat straighter in his spot, keeping his arms extended forward, warming his hands with the pleasant fire he just made. The spells were pretty straightforward, thankful for taking extra Latin lessons last term, making it easier for him to do spell-casting. Nonetheless, Noah procured a pen and a small blank parchment from his pocket and scribbled down notes as quickly but neatly as possible. He was sure that these spells will come in handy once he goes out for camping soon. Anyway, Vestis Vellus for a warm wool blanket. Oh, they do have those back at home, especially during the holidays, so transforming one piece of cloth to a wool blanket should be easy.
As he listened to the professor and eyed the box in front, Noah nodded in understanding, pointing his wand at the box in front, and accio-ed a piece of fabric non-verbally again towards himself, catching it with his free hand. "Vestis Vellus," Noah murmured under his breath as he crumpled the fabric in his hand, wondering if he could do wandless magic next. Maybe he should ask Professor Carton about it after class, yeah? Practising the wand movement, Noah cleared out his thoughts, and clearly visualized his dad's favourite wool blanket that his mum always used while she was on the couch. Breathe in, breathe out, "Vestis Vellus." the cloth crumpled and twisted itself, and then unfurled on its own, dropping to the ground next to Noah. The Gryffindor picked it up with a smirk, pleased that he was able to "bring" a piece of home to school. The sixth year wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, instantly warming him up like it was supposed to. Now did they really have to do rescue missions now? The fire and blanket was so pleasant, he no longer wished to move.
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