Charmed, I'm Sure Solo Log Finished

An excerpt from the Reparo and Tarantellagra homework.

.... That tiny frown of his returned when it was said that the boring lectures were over. He rather enjoyed lectures.

The spells which were described intrigued him all the same, and come the demonstration, he, like the large action figure, was charmed.

Once the box floated his way, he was quick to take up the poor segmented skeleton and set it on his desk. Naturally, it needed to be repaired before it could dance, but Professor Vernatis had not demonstrated the wand movement. Pericles was first struck by nerves, yet he recovered quickly. They had been warned that some answers would need to be hunted down. The first-year flipped through his textbook before jostling the students on either side of him, who were still scouring their pages, whispering "Here! I've got it!" He pointed out the paragraph which described the movement before reading the section himself.

It was Pericles' first class, his first spell. It seemed to him that this called for a pinch of bravado. The boy stood from his seat, pushed the sleeves of his robe to either elbow, and readied his pale wand. Nervousness fluttered in his stomach and tightened his throat, which he cleared with a quiet cough. The young wizard inhaled deeply, concentrating on all which he had learned of the Mending Charm. He uttered a firmly spoken "Reparo" before he began to roll his wrist, guiding the wand into a small spiral. To his tremendous delight, the thing's segmented spine drew together. Its arms and legs popped back into their plastic sockets before the jaw leapt into its proper place with a satisfying snap.

Exhilaration overwhelmed him. His first spell had gone splendidly! Ah, but next he was to perform the Dancing Feet Spell. It occurred to Pericles that he hardly knew anything about dancing, save the waltz, which his particularly proper father had insisted he learn as a part of "gentleman's etiquette". Would the skeleton waltz, or would the spell fail due to his own inexperience...? To any observing the lad, he would be found simply staring down at the immobile figurine with a faraway look, head clouded with dreaded dance lessons. But he blinked back to that moment in time, settling his nerves with another deep deliberate inhale. The spell's tongue-twister of an incantation was mouthed mutely to get a good grip on the enunciation. His wand rose, as did his chin, and he traced a pair of legs in the air. "Tarantellagra!"

Pericles held his breath. The skeleton started to slide upwards, rising up onto its flat feet bones, then its head and arms drooped. While the wizard watched, he found himself frozen by uncertainty. Then, the little thing cocked up its bone arms, dropped down into a squat, and started kicking said feet out into a vigorous sort of tap dance. It leaned back at the waist and trotted merrily back and forth across the desk as Peri had once certainly seen a cartoon frog do on the telly. All that tension left the boy with a sigh and beam. While watchedhis figure tap-dance about with a sparkle of raw delight in his eyes, he also attempted to discreetly dab the sweat from his brow with a coat sleeve.