N.E.W.T. class 1st

Jack stared around to look at who the professor was referring to and then turned back, not really caring that they had been talking. Hell, if she thought anyone of her peers was worth talking to, she would be talking during this class too. Charms was usually a loud, busy class and a million things were happening at once. Nevertheless, she was glad to hear she had scored Gryffindor some points and the other houses had lost some. They needed it.

The professor set the task and Jack stared at the barrel. Was this it? She had pretty much mastered nonverbal spells by now and these were to simple charms. She could do this task, no problem. They were released to get to work and she stood, walking around her desk and pointed her wand into the large barrel. She thought, Aguamenti. A thin jet of water spurted from her wand.

She stared at the small trickle and intensified it, making it swell into a more powerful jet of water as she intensified her concentration that was stemming towards the spell. She did not want to sit here and listen to the trickling sounds of a dripping for forty-five minutes. Best to get this all out of the way as soon as she could so she could move on to the second part.

Brienne went to her barrel. She observed it closely, getting to know every contour before she'd do anything. She gripped her wand, and tapped the barrel a couple times to get a feel for her wand against it. This was a lot of preparation for one, maybe two, spells. However, she felt it necessary. The wood of the barrel gave a hollow thud when she tapped it, sending a chill down her spine. Aguamenti, she thought. To amplify it to make the barrel fill a little faster, she thought of great waterfalls and rushing rivers. It seemed to be working, too. It was as if a large tap had been turned on, and a great amount of water rushed inside.

Soon enough, the barrel was filled. It was full to the brim. Glacius, she thought. This time, her mind filled with thoughts of the arctic, and snow. Ice floes and polar bears. Penguins and freezers. The barrel froze over in what seemed like an instant. The ice in the barrel was flawless and solid; no cracks and no bubbles left inside. Just a solid block of ice.

Although Amelia had been distracted by the conversation going on at the back of the room – she had a perpetual problem with eavesdropping, which is how she came to know so much about the people around her – she was quick to revert back to the subject of the class when the professor reigned them back on topic. The Ravenclaw girl made note of the correct definitions of the spells, though she had already encountered them before, and then laid down her quill in favor of her wand as she went to produce the product that Professor Delacour had requested.

Standing, Amelia approached her barrel, extending her wand arm over it. Non-verbal spells had always been a bit of a specialty of Amelia’s, mostly because she was so intimately aware of the interworkings of her own mind. For a girl who spent so much time inside her own head, it wasn’t difficult to concentrate her thoughts on the task at hand, and after a flick of her wand and a few minutes time, her barrel was soon filled with the crystal clear liquid requested by the professor.

Her barrel now full, Amelia looked down on the inky surface of the liquid. She could see her own reflection in the water, looking more haggard than usual because of the stress she had been under for the past few weeks. She had known the weight she was carrying around, but it was surprising to see how visible it was in her features, out there for the rest of the world to see.

Shaking these thoughts from the foreground of her mind, Amelia pushed a stray strand of hair back into the bun at the back of her head before raising her wand above the barrel and imitating the same spell that both the professor and several of her classmates had already achieved. Her thoughts proved to be adequately focused, for the water in the barrel turned instantly solid, erasing both Amelia’s reflection and the introspection it had prompted.

Jack blinked as she filled her barrel to the brim with water from her wand. She glanced around. Amelia and Brienne had just frozen their own barrels of water. Jack sighed, feeling as though she was just going through the motions in this class. She leaned against her desk and yawned.

She pointed her wand at her barrel and thought to herself Glacius. It started to freeze in the middle, then spread out towards the edges of the barrel. A solid brick of ice stared back at her and she knocked her knuckles on it. She smirked and said, "I dare someone lick it!" She chuckled, remembering that old movie where some kid licked a frozen pole... She had always wanted to see it happen in real life.

Gabrielle walked around the classroom scanning students progressing. It was good she chose simple spells for the start. "I would say that's 10 points for you Miss Dyllain." she said as she drew her own wand do check how hard was the ice Jack had created a moment before. She arrived to Amelia and Brienne to inspect theirs and was rather satisfied by the results. "And another 20 for Rawenclaw. Good work you 3." she said as she checked the quality of the ice. "Keep practising everyone." she said loud and clear as she waited to see who else would make progress.

((OOC: Deadline is Tuesday around this time!))

Gabrielle noted down 2 or 3 things before she closed her notebook and turned to the remaining class. Progress could have been much bigger. "Okay that's it for this class everyone. Your homework is to practise this spell untill our next class where i'll demonstrate why did i start with such easy lectures. Class dismissed." she said as she packed and left the classroom.