 Aryan Atreyu-Rehman :: Slytherin ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Ary almost pouted. Almost. Because this was one of those rare times when he felt impatient, wanting to get a hang of the spell in record time. Hey, at least he had a ton of motivation when it came to Charms/CoMC, unlike Transfiguration. Instead, he acknowledged Menon’s words by saying, “Got you, Professor. Will do.” The Slytherin continued practising, gradually improving, as he went along. Then it was time to get moving.
There was so much information; a few pieces which Ary was well aware of. The rest, he tucked safely in his brain. Fortunately, he had inherited his dads' skills of memorising facts about creatures. But Hide and Seek! How fun! Though… who would ever want to use harmful spells on the Diricawls? Well maybe not intentionally, anyway.
But it was time to befriend a Diricawl! Ary stepped into the pen, his eyes immediately taking in the range of colours lurking there: blue, grey, yellow… Oh! An orange one! Dad Adi’s favourite colour! Perhaps this is why the seventh year beelined for it with hasty, and somewhat quiet, steps.
“Levioso!” Focusing on the incantation, the tap! of the wand movement in very close proximity of the Diricawl {thank Merlin it hadn’t the time to retreat from him!} and pure intent, Aryan did as instructed by Menon.
In just a bit, he’d find out if he’d been successful with the spellwork. |