Sixth Years; Lesson 2

Professor Potter sat at her desk, looking forward to today's lesson. A number of water glasses sat on her desk, ready to be used in practice today. As her students filed into the class, she continued to write a letter to Ezra. She quickly finished it and sat it to the side. Once they were settled, she rose and began the class.

"Welcome!" she greeted the sixth years. "Conjuring is our focus this year. Who can tell me what it means to conjure?" Lyra asked as she looked around the room, calling on the first hand that rose. After listening to the answer, she nodded with a smile and continued. "You are correct. Good answer."

Moving back towards her desk, Lyra picked up a goblet. She tapped her wand three times and spoke the incantation, "Aguamenti". A stream of water flowed out from her wand, and filled her glass. "Today we will be conjuring water. The spell is Aguamenti. Let's say that together please. Aguamenti." She listened to the class repeat the word. "Wonderful. There are a few key things to remember with conjuring. First, you must concentrate. Picture in your mind the object that you are wishing to have. For example, I filled the goblet by picturing it filled with water. This also helps to control the amount of water you get, or amount of any other object for that matter. The more accurate and detailed you picture what you are trying to conjure the better the result. Second, you still need to use the three tap method and speak the incantation carefully. If you say it wrong, you might just have a different result." She said, a little sternly, hoping the students understood her warning was to be heeded. Even the best wizard or witch goofed occasionally.

"With that, please come an pick out a drinking glass. You can continue to practice as much as you need. I do request that I get to taste your water for grading. Make sure when you are picturing the water in your mind, you also envision the taste and smell. Accuracy and detail are important. I will be here for any questions you may have." With that, she let them get to work, sitting at her desk ready for them to bring her the water to test out.

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Homework: Simply RP the lesson. Please bring the water up to me to taste and grade.

 

[Hinata Edogawa]

Hinata was admittedly looking forward to the lessons. Conjuration was advanced magic and while she had seen Aguamenti used before - had it used on her before - she'd never really considered just how much level of skill and focus was needed to pull it off. Even so, with the Duelling Tournament just around the corner, she was pretty sure that this was one of the spells that would be downright useful - especially after she'd been doused with water in several practice sessions. She quietly picked up a drinking glass and chose a spot to practice. "Aguamenti," she cast and a small stream of water tricked out, though it had barely come up to a fifth of the glass. She needed to concentrate more on the image, she suspected. She took a deep breath and tried again. "Aguamenti." A steadier flow filled the glass more. Still, it took several tries for her to fill the glass, then again, she was more nervous about too much water coming out of her wand, so having control was definitely better.​

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael entered the classroom noting the neatly arranged glasses on the professor's desk. He thought of what the professor had in mind today, but could only hope that she had no plans on making it "more entertaining". Classes were a chore enough as it was. Conjuration was a skill that Mikael was familiar with and looking forward to hone. When asked for a definition, he didn't bother raising his hand or answering the question. He was sure Davenport had it all in hand anyway. Aguamenti was quite the useful spell in and out of duels so he was quite ready to pass this class. Focus. He pictured clear, cool water than was enough to soothe on a hot summer day. A steady stream of it to come out of his wand - just enough to be controlled into the glass. "Aguamenti." A stream of water poured smoothly into the glass and he lifted it once it was filled enough. It was clear, with no foul smell and the glass had become cool to the touch. He brought it to the professor's table but spoke no words. She was certainly odd.​