 Little Fox | ½ of Lauralie | Ravenclaw...?? *overthinks* | #HouseNATARINA
Rory was not at all surprised at Professor Voss' observations. After all, a 'concerning amount of enthusiasm' described her quite well, so it was only natural that her spellwork reflected that. It was very poetic in a way, and Rory felt only pride. "That's good," she agreed when the professor informed her of the good news. Her eyes followed the professor's wand movements and the effect it had on her precious hair tie.
Rory chuckled again, a fan of Professor Voss' gentle, light-hearted humour, only to feel slightly stricken when she noticed Iris' expression. The poor girl looked haunted, not amused. She hoped she hadn't offended her!
The young badger listened intently to Professor Voss' words of wisdom, nodding along as she explained what she had noticed and where Rory was going wrong. "So... it's like I cast the spell, was watching it unfold and then tried to control it while it was it was happening, which made it change what it was doing? And why it's now trying to correct itself... in its own way?" She thought she understood as she watched the hair tie, in slow motion, continue to produce hair sprouts that tried to shape themselves into hair ties but kept splitting into further hairy loops. "So, the purpose was right, and I just needed to trust and observe, rather than trying to continue guiding it while it was happening?" It felt like it made sense to her. Though knowing something and being able to do it were two very different things.
The moment before you cast was actually stronger than the moment during it, she repeated to herself, nodding.
She continued to think on this as Professor Voss addressed other students' spellwork. It was difficult to imagine not trying to shape the spell as it was unfolding. As impossible as it was to stop thinking entirely, to silence the voice in her head that never stopped talking. But that was exactly what they were going to need to do now, apparently.
The room erupted into chaos, and Rory grinned.
Now, Aurora Riley Archer had grown up as the middle child in a household of six children - now seven! - so chaos was her everyday, and this, here, was a regular Tuesday. Of course there was a leak. Can you imagine the plumbing required in a house of eight people? Of course a table had broken, though this time it wasn't because someone was using it as a stage. Of course books and assorted objects were scattered across the floor. She sidestepped one. You could say that Rory had been training for this moment all her life. Except, in her household, problems had often been solved using non-magical means. Not to worry! There was no time like the present to learn and adapt!
Her eyes took in the various scenes and watched as each was handled, rather efficiently for the most part, by different students. Her eyes fell on a fallen pot of ink, watching for a moment as it seeped into the floorboards and inched across the room. That would be her target and- AHA! She grasped a single piece of toilet from a nearby desk, hopped over to the offending puddle of ink, and dropped the sheet of toilet roll just next to it. Now then. Purpose, then trust, Rory told herself.
Soak up the ink. Stop it spreading.
Breathe in, breathe out. She aimed her wand at the loo roll.
"Exigo Mutatio!"
A moment later, what should appear but a thick, absorbent, and rather colourful towel. Rory knelt down and used the transfigured towel to mop up the spilt ink, all the while glowing with pride.
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