Pessimist | Lazy | Puff Co-Captain
There was something almost therapeutic about practising on the dummies in the duelling chamber. Arvel thought so, anyway. It was the wizarding equivalent of punching a pillow, except twice as satisfying and infinitely more productive. He definitely wasn't going to struggle in the practical part of his Defence Against the Dark Arts OWL. The theory, on the other hand... Well, he would try his best. Gripping his wand, he said,"Obscuro." A weak flash sprung from his wand fizzled away before it hit the target. Arvel sighed. He knew it was an advanced spell, but he was determined to master it, if only to prove that he could. If he didn't push himself a little harder than yesterday, then what was the point?