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SlytherinSistah Otto Beezwick eyed the area where he was wife now was talking with another student. "Any spell you'd like. Just, uhh..." He took a step back. "On the count of three. Ready? 1, ...2,...3!" he said from about three steps away.
Cool, any spell. Nodding, she was just about to turn back to the target when she noticed he took a step back. Oh, great. Way to make her feel confident. Jeez.
Getting herself ready, for a split moment, when the man asked if she was ready, Evelyn relaxed her left arm so her wand would slip out of her sleeve. On the first count she bent down and placed her wand on the ground before quickly standing up again. Really, if she was going to be thrown backwards, set on fire, or anything else, her wand might as well be safe.
1...
Okay! Yes, she could do this.
2...
Yes. She could! This wand, will work!
3! Please work and with no permanent damage... "Expelliarmus!"
For a moment, she thought she saw the usual red light that she'd seen come from that particular spell head towards the target, which made her heart beat rather quickly at the thought of actually succeeding. This was one of the spells she'd pretty much mastered both verbally and...slightly non-verbally as well. However in the next second, she found herself being thrown back...and ultimately, onto her back. Ouch.
Sitting up slowly, a little out of breathe and still in a little shock of what happened, she took a moment to look around, unsure of what really happened. Whaaa? Where...was the wand? Eep! Oh, there it was. By her feet.
Crazy thing...