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 Sept. 20, 1964 || Perfect Practice Makes Perfect, Penny
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 Posted: Feb 1 2017, 11:23 PM
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September 20th, 1964
Zephyr was a good student. He paid attention in class, took meticulous notes and always handed in his homework. He even enjoyed it, for the most part. However, when it came to magic, sometimes all of that just wasn't enough. Some people were gifted at charms and seemed to be able to master the coursework with minimal effort. Others were natural potion masters and so on. In most of his classes, Zephyr did well and his hard work and patience paid off. He had high grades in all of his classes, even if he wasn't always the standout student. Other times, he just couldn't seem to master a particular charm or spell. It was certainly frustrating.

It was only a few weeks into the new school year, but Zephyr, being the student that he was, was already practicing spells to make sure he didn't slip behind. He had found an empty classroom and was working through a few of the spells he found tricky. At the moment, he had several objects lined up on a desk in front of him: a pencil, a glass, an orange and a sealed jar with a captured beetle inside. Meticulous as always, he wanted to work his way up to the more difficult objects. The spell he was currently working on was the shrinking charm. He had managed alright with the pencil and the glass, although fine-tuning his execution to a specific size was still eluding him. Everything was, at least, getting smaller.

The next object in line was the orange. He figured this would be easier than a living thing, but more difficult than the glass or the pencil. Pointing his wand at the piece of fruit and concentrating on the wand movement, he spoke the spell "reducio!". He was successful at shrinking the orange -- or at least part of it. The peel burst open, squirting him with eye-stinging juice. Inadvertently, Zephyr cried out, jumping backwards into another desk, the display only reinforcing all the reasons he hadn't followed in his dad's and brother's footsteps and joined the quodpot team. Gingerly, he wiped his face on his sweatshirt, trying not to get anymore orange juice in his watering eyes.
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The weekend was nearly over, and Penny didn't start her homework, yet. Her limbs still sore from quadpot practice this morning. Now that it was after lunch, she had to hit the books. Hard. It was beginning of term, and her grades were already slipping. The downside of having a mother on staff is that she had access to Penny's grades. If they got even worse, she would be taken off of quadpot team by her parents. So, she scurried down an empty corridor looking for somewhere to study.

"Okay, so I have the potions essay, herbology lab, and charms practice," she whispered to herself, "If I get done with all that by dinner, I can hit the field before bed." She whipped around a gargoyle as she continued down the hall. There were only a few students and staff wandering the halls. Most would spend their weekends down in Jamestown or in the common rooms, but Penny preferred to stay down in the empty rooms. "Ah, there it is. The classroom was found in her second year, and since then, it became her normal study room on the weekends. It was a nice, quiet space with few people to distract. Her hand pushed the door open.

The entirety of her body was met with the explosive pulpy flesh. A stifled squeal escaped from her lips. Her arms hung outward, shaking off the juice. "What the..." She had no idea what just happened, and the stinging in her eyes prevented her from seeing clearly for a second. When her sight came to, she spotted a boy who stumbled across a desk. Penny recognized him. "Zacharias?" she thought. He was a pukwudgie, she knew that. They may have shared a class or two, so they were the same year, but for the life of her, couldn't remember what name to yell out. "What was that?" Her faces scrunches as she wipes her eyes. Her fingers were sticking together as the liquid started drying. "What is that?"

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And of course someone would come in to witness his mistake. Zephyr slowly took his hands away from his face, which was now burning with embarrassment. He recognized the girl as Penelope Graves, not just because she was in his year, but because her family was well known. Zephyr may not have been outgoing, but he had learned to match faces and names at an early age. When you were paraded around in front of important people all the time, it was a good idea to be able to remember their names. From what he did know of Penelope from their classes together, she wasn't exactly the person who would have picked to walk in on him in that state.

"Um... " was the best he could do for a moment. With a futile effort, he tried to wipe the sticky juice and pulp off his sweater. Could he manage a scouring charm? At that moment he wasn't feeling particularly confident with his wand work. Maybe he would try it later, but he didn't want another embarrassing mishap in front of Penelope Graves. This was already perfectly bad enough. He hoped that she wouldn't be too angry about the orange debris that had gotten onto her as well.

"It was an orange," he said, pointing to the burst peel sitting on the table. "I was working on the shrinking charm." He then pointed out the shrunk pencil and glass as evidence of this. "And, well, it didn't exactly go as planned. I think I shrunk the peel and not the inside of the orange. So then there was a pressure build up inside the orange as the peel shrunk and the inside didn't that caused it to burst and spray juice all over the place." That explanation was probably a little more detailed than necessary, but Zephyr felt compelled to defend himself.
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What a relief! Just an orange. Penny once got detention where she had to clean up ectoplasm, which had the same tacky sensation. She grunted and rubbed her eyes free of the stinging. This was not how she saw her homework session starting out. Now, she had to deal with her wet textbooks and robes. Maybe she could use this as an excuse. Just tell her professors that her homework was ruined by a rogue orange. Continue with quadpot practice. Blame the boy in the classroom.

"Zephyr, that's his name, Zephyr," she said under her breath. Ah, yes. The youngest Tomkins-Wilde boy. They were celebrities. His parents were familiar faces in America, but Penny wasn't entirely sure what for. She remembered reading about his brother in the latest Quadpot Today magazine. If it were him, she may have been star-struck. It wasn't every day that she met a professional player. But with Zephyr, she was considering punching him for the mess he got her in.

Penny's fists relaxed, dropping her books on a desk. "That's a hell of a misfire." From her pocket, she slipped out her wand. "Lucky that it was just an orange." Her eyes shifted between nefarious squints and contemplative stares. She took a deep breath before swishing her wand in an 'S' shape. "Tergeo." A wave of air shot out. The pulpy juice slipped from the boy's entirety and dripped to the floor. She realized that no professor would let her slide so easily, especially with her mom on staff. Penny's lips pulled back into a smirk. "I've never used that charm before." She reholstered her wand. She held her hands to her side. "Okay, your turn." She probably shouldn't trust a random boy to perform a charm on her, but the juice was starting to dry.

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 Posted: Feb 4 2017, 11:58 PM
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Zephyr noticed Penelope muttering something under her breath and thought he even caught his name, but wasn't about to ask what she was saying. If his perceptions of her were correct, it was probably something unkind. He was already in somewhat of a mess and he didn't need bring any more misfortune on himself by inviting someone to voice their irritation at him out loud. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with her. He would surely lose and probably get upset, which would be even more embarrassing.

Before Zephyr could ask what she was going to do with her wand, Penelope had already cleaned his sweater off for him. He was relieved it was just a cleaning spell and not a jinx. It was actually pretty impressive that she managed the spell without singeing a hole in his shirt or something. "Wow, nice job," he commented, his tone genuine. Now she expected him to do it. Okay. He was surprised that she would ask after walking in on him messing up a spell.

He raised his wand, but before he uttered the incantation, he had to defend himself against her earlier comment. "I mean, the result is understandable. An orange is full of liquid, which is much more difficult to reduce than the peel would be. The peel got smaller, but the liquid didn't and the excess didn't have anywhere to go which is why it exploded. I should have taken that into account when picking my objects. Something like a strawberry, without a thick skin, would have been better." He said all of this very fast and once he had finished, his face reddened again. He didn't want her to think he was completely incompetent.

"Anyway... " he muttered, more quietly this time. Not wanting to mess up again, he took a moment to remind himself of the wand movement and the incantation. He pointed his wand at Penelope's clothes. "Tergeo!" he said firmly. It looked like he had been successful. He let out a sigh, more relieved that nothing had gone wrong than excited that it had gone right. "Sorry about that," he added, realizing that he hadn't actually apologized and feeling that it was polite to do so.


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Penelope Graves
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Penny rolled her eyes. "Of course an orange would be harder." She didn't know any better either, but she wasn't going to let a stupid decision go uncommented. She rarely used the shrinking charm, herself. She thought of it as a useless enchantment, and hated having to practice it for class. This sticky situation refined that opinion. Her hands were still extended out waiting for the charm. Now that her clothes were starting to crust, and all she could smell was orange, it was time to get cleaned. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she faced the pointy end of the boy's wand.

Her breath escaped as a tickling sensation flashed across her body. After the juice dripped from her skin and clothes, she dropped her hands and opened her eyes. After his apology, Penny squinted at him. She wasn't ready to forgive. She took one of her books and fingered through the pages. "I'm assuming you're working on charms homework." She found a certain page in her book, and dropped it back onto the table. It was the chapter on size-changing spells. Her eyes looked down the lines of the spells. "Ah, here we go: 'The Shrinking Charm (reducio) is a charm that can be used as both a counter-spell to the Engorgement charm (engorgio), and a way to shrink objects to a minuscule size,'" she took a step back and crossed her hands. "That's no help."

Perhaps, if she paid attention in class and took notes, she would be able to perform the spell. But, she spent her time in class drawing out quadpot plays or random cartoons. Nothing of use for studying. She looked up at the boy with a conspiratorial smirk. "You don't happen to have notes on how to cast it. I forgot mine in the Thunderbird common room." Maybe this boy could be of use. If he was a studious as he seemed, Penny could use him to help pass this term of charms. "Then we can try together... without exploding more oranges."

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There wasn't much he could say in response to Penelope's derisive comment about the orange being more difficult. Maybe he should have realized it before picking his practice items or maybe she would have made the same mistake too. It was easy to point out the problem after the fact, but would she really have figured it out without witnessing it first? Zephyr really couldn't be sure and he didn't want to call her out on it. He didn't feel like he had much ground to stand on and there certainly wasn't any evidence to back up a claim that she would have made the same mistake.

Zephyr nodded when she asked if he was working on charms. Of course, he had already read the chapter and had extensive notes. He understood the basic theory behind size-changing spells and knew the history. Penelope, however, seemed immediately lost at the first venture into the book. He wondered if she had read it at all before. He was aware that she might be using him because she hadn't done the work herself. However, he wasn't about to stand up to her about it. It may have been considered cowardly, but Zephyr rationalized that explaining the spell to someone else would help him understand it better as well.

"Yeah, sure. Let's work together," he answered, pulling out his notebook and flipping to the relevant pages then set it on the desk. The writing was neat and even color coded in some places, with information on both the shrinking charm and the engorgement charm. In one quadrant of the page was a drawn diagram with the wand movement. "Here they are," he said unnecessarily, turning the notebook around so Penelope could read it easier. "What do you think we should work on shrinking first? I've managed with a pencil and a glass so far."


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This was easier than Penny thought. She smiled as pulled closer to the boy's notes. Everything was immaculate, to the point it seemed neater than the textbook, itself. She hit a jackpot with Zephyr. Studying would be a less daunting task, now. Her eyes glazed past the jar with the beetle. As it's legs curled its way to the top, she felt shivers up her spine. "Why is that here?" She shook her gaze and looked back to the writing utensil. It looked like a yellow-painted stick. She had seen a pencil before. No-majs preferred them over quills and ink. Though, was a mystery to how it got into Ilvermorny castle. "Let's start with the wooden thing."

She peered over the notes once more before moving over to the pencil. She cracked her fingers before point towards the stick. Her wand flourished in a circle. "Engorgio." Her wand sparked. The pencil started rumbling on the desk before popping up onto its eraser. It bounced off the table and started rolling across the floor. It spun forward and out of sight. Echos of the small wooden taps echoed throughout the empty classroom. "So, that didn't work."

Penny tossed herself to the floor, but still couldn't spot the yellow rod. "Ouch!" She looked down to her leg where she felt a poke. The sharp lead had stabbed through her jeans. There was no blood. Good. But it hurt. She jumped back to her feet, stomping on the wriggling pencil. It was trying to slide out from underneath her sneaker, but she kept all her weight on it. She looked up to the boy. "Do something!" It was a writing device, but Penny didn't want this to escape.

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Zephyr followed Penny's gaze to the beetle in the jar. He thought his setup was pretty self-explanatory, but maybe it was a rhetorical question or she was grossed out by bugs. He wasn't quite sure, so he went ahead and answered it: "In case I could work up to something alive. A beetle seemed like a good place to start, rather than something more complex, like a mammal," he explained. He would already feel bad if something happened to the beetle, but he would feel a lot worse if he was testing on a bigger animal, like a mouse or a bird.

When Penelope referred to the pencil as 'the wooden thing', Zephyr opened his mouth to correct her before thinking better of it and letting it drop. Maybe she didn't pay attention to No-maj Studies either and legitimately didn't know what it was or maybe she was doing it on purpose, as a way of disregarding the bit of no-maj technology. Whatever it was, he was probably better off not saying anything about it.

Right away, Penelope started off trying to cast the spell. Zephyr had started off by practicing the wand movement and the incantation separately, before moving on to casting. Of course, he shouldn't have expected much else from Penelope. What he didn't expect was the effect the spell would take. He found himself jumping backwards again as the pencil bounced off the desk and spun across the floor. "Um... " was all he said as Penelope went diving for the pencil.

Zephyr watched motionlessly as Penelope managed to catch the pencil under her shoe. When she snapped at him to do something, he started, then looked from the struggling pencil back to Penelope. He raised his wand, but didn't immediately do anything. "I could try a freezing charm," he said doubtfully. "But... but I might hit you. The pencil's awfully small now and... wriggly." Why she seemed to think it was his responsibility to do something, he wasn't sure.


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Penny shrugged at the beetle explanation. It was gross, but it made sense. The boy made an orange implode. A living creature would be a worse substance to get covered in. Gross. Why couldn't it be something a little more friendly? Like a ladybug. Ladybugs would be a much better substitute. She kept her distance from the jar and its creepy occupant. She shuddered again. Her mind leapt from the six-legged friend to charming a pencil.

She regretted doing so. Penny tossed herself to the ground and chased a pencil around the room. It looked ridiculous, to say the least. She blew her hair, now messier than it was when she entered, out of her vision. Now that she had the pencil pinned down beneath her feet, she was looking around for somewhere to keep it. She considered putting it in the jar to keep it from rolling away. Though, the risk of having the beetle run out was too high for Penny to do so. She looked up to Zephyr after he suggested another charm.

She sighed. She pointed to the textbook. "As long as it can stop it from getting away" At this point, the problem stopped being about the misfire. It was now a fight between Penny and the pencil. The girl dropped down, gripping the pencil in her hand. The sharp end of the utensil poked into Penny's fist. She shrieked at the attack, but she kept holding on tight. "Hurry!" she yelled. Was she overreacting? Probably. But there was a deep look of concentration in her eyes that were preventing her from letting go.

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Zephyr continued to watch the events unfold in front of him, eyes wide. This was really not how he was expecting things to go. He was briefly distracted wondering what Penelope had done wrong to get that effect. Was the wand movement off? Or the pronunciation? He hadn't been paying enough attention when she cast the spell to be able to figure it out. The most typical misfire was for nothing at all to happen, but every once in awhile something off the wall went wrong. Like this attacking pencil.

Yelling at Zephyr was not the best way to get him to react quickly. He did not do well under pressure and it only made him second guess himself even more. He was already worried about hitting Penny with his attempt to freeze the pencil and being nervous made him less sure of himself. She seemed pretty adamant though and he finally sprang for the textbook.

Trying to go as quickly as he could, Zephyr flipped through the textbook, looking for the spell in question. However, as he was doing so, another idea popped into his head. "Oh! I could try a counter-spell instead," he said suddenly. "That way it won't do anything if it hits you. I mean, unless you've got some enchantment on you at the moment." He glanced Penny up down as if he might find evidence of one. He felt better about this course of action, but was still a little apprehensive. He tried his best to aim at the pencil then said "Finite incantatem!"


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Penny watches as Zephyr frantically finds a solution. A counter-spell could work. As long as he did it right, but right now the two were 2 to 0 when it came to spell success. She rolled her eyes at the comment about her being enchanted. "Yes, I'm totally a troll bewitched to look like a girl." The pencil was slowly edging it's way out from her hand. The lead poked her fist some more, and she was losing her grip "Hurry!"

His wand's flash made Penny flinch, her eyes shut. "Did I live?" She slowly opened her eyes to see a pencil in her fist. The beast was now standing straight as ever, and devoid of any movement. She raises the pencil above her head in triumph. "We did it!" She walked over to Zephyr and offered the utensil to him. She stood straight and did her best impression of a snooty woman, "A token for your success."

She turned back around to the other objects of the room. "Maybe we should try again." She kept her wand at her side. "I suppose it's your turn to try." She thought about how much effort they've gone through already without even finishing the assigned work. They've been more successful fixing their problems than shrinking or growing objects. It wasn't something that could raise her grades, but it was at least entertaining.

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When it was clear that the spell had worked, Zephyr let out a sigh of relief. This practice session was turning out to be a lot more eventful than he had planned. At least, he told himself, he was getting practice with different spells. It was mild consolation for his failures so far, but it did make him feel a little better that he had gotten something right. With Penelope there judging everything he did and said, he was finding it easy to get flustered.

Now that he felt a little better about the situation, he was able to laugh at Penelope's triumph and impersonation as she handed the pencil over. He took it from her, turning the now motionless pencil over in his hand gingerly, half expecting it to attack him still. He looked back up at Penelope. "Did it hurt you?" he asked, noticing that the sharpened point looked like it could be painful.

"Well, I'll try with the glass," he said. He had already shrunk the pencil and the glass, so he figured he could try engorgio on the glass now. Although he still hadn't attempted shrinking the beetle yet, he didn't particularly want to make that attempt in front of Penelope. For one thing, she seemed rather squeamish about it. For another, he didn't want to explode it like the orange and have her judge him again.

Before casting the spell, he checked his notebook again to remind himself of the incantation and the wand movement. Before his attempt, he had a sudden thought and placed the glass on one of the desk chairs so that the desk was between the two of them and the glass. "Added precaution," he said to Penelope. He didn't really need it exploding and showering them with shattered glass. With that done, he pointed his wand. "Engorgio!" The glass, which had been shrunk to the size of a shot glass, slowly swelled larger, surpassing its original size. When it was about as large as a bucket, it stopped. Zephyr regarded it without much enthusiasm. "I was trying to get it back to its regular size," he said to Penelope, feeling somewhat dejected.


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