xx❀ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Library - Study Area
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Brianna
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Attempting Magic
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Do I not know what a needle is?
xxx❀ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Brianna
xxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Attempting Magic
xxxxx❀ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Do I not know what a needle is?
Csuri grimaced at the thought of daring to play a sport, much less a super dangerous team sport. No way. "Yea, no thanks. I've heard of too many players getting broken bones, bruises... and there was that one team a few years ago where someone died. So no, I'd rather keep my feet firmly on the ground." She shuddered a bit, remembering way back when she was little watching a game with her parents. They hadn't wanted her with them, but her dad had to pretend to be a good parent in front of his business-friends. It had been awful, so hot and loud, with way, way too many people around. Maybe she'd give watching the game another chance, but no way was she going to play.
Brianna worked for a moment to explain that she already used different levels of concentration. Though her examples were flawed. Csuri... really didn't have many people to talk with, and none she would consider a friend. In the whole school, there was so far only one person she'd actually have a decent conversation with, and that was only because she didn't ever try to get Csuri to just "be happy". "Okay, so it sounds like it's just... prioritization, right? Just. Shift my focus accordingly? Now why doesn't the book just say that? They word it specifically to be vague and dumb." She huffed a sigh at her book, but was ready to try again for the sake of learning this dang class.
After trying the spell, it didn't work nearly as well as Csuri had hoped. Brianna quickly worked to try and keep the younger Slytherin's hopes up. She made it sound like Csuri just needed to be confident about the change. Not hope it changed, but command the change. Csuri nodded resolutely, brows furrowed in concentration. Brianna set the match to right (show off), then told her to try again. Focusing all her attention on the matchstick, Csuri waved her wand and tried once more.
"Acusignis"
This time, the matchstick seemed to obey, though not fully. It changed shape, growing sharp at one end and adding a small hoop to the other. It was silvery in some places, but wooden in others. The girl lifted it up to examine the work. "Okay. That's... closer at least? Maybe I just don't know what a needle looks like." She still wore her frown, but it was at least a little softer. Maybe she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Which she'd need, because in the next class, they'd be moving on to a new lesson. If she couldn't figure out the first, how could she figure a second? Grey eyes glanced up at the older girl, wondering what her take on the matter might be.
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Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ғʟʏ
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀɪsᴇ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ ғʟʏ, Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ ғʟʏ
Iɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
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Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡɪɴɢs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ ғʟʏ
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀʀɪsᴇ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Tᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ sᴜɴᴋᴇɴ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ
Aʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ
Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ ғʟʏ, Bʟᴀᴄᴋʙɪʀᴅ ғʟʏ
Iɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ɴɪɢʜᴛ