RP: If only essays wrote themselves Who: Lucy Belle, anyone about the Weasley home Where: Weasley house When: October 12, 2024 Warnings: Summary: Lucy works on her Charms homework
Lucy raked fingers through her unruly hair, sighing loudly. "I can't think tonight," she made to push the parchment away but then caught sight of the most recent notes from Professor Fallon on her last essay, tucked just under the parchment she wrote on now. He'd been so encouraging, urging her further on theory and meeting with her during lunches to keep her up to snuff on her practical.
Standing for a moment she went and got a glass of pumpkin juice and sat back down to try again. Muttering to herself she said, "Just think of the patterns, right swoosh, left flick, right swoosh, left snap. So when you're not using your wand.... Your mind sort of has to do the same thing..." It was impossible for her really picture, the patterns making more sense when written out than just floating through her brain, which just made her think of flying, which tended to cause whatever she was trying to charm just to a float a little bit before crashing hard at her feet.
Gulping down her juice quickly, she bent her head to go back to reading her notes, hoping to finish the 14 inch essay before dinner began.