Charm The Bubble Producing Charm old

The Bubble-Producing charm? Belka thought to herself as she listened to her Professor introduce their lesson. She saw the four upperclassmen stand in class patiently and her eyes immediately found her Slytherin companion. He had a quiet and shy-like demeanor radiating from him.. No worries, the Professor chose him for a reason, hadn't she?

Belka glanced at the writing on the board when the Professor wrote out the pronunciation to the spell. She mouthed the words under her breath while the Professor spoke, 'BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem...BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem'. I think I got it, she thought to herself. She was confident in her skills as a Witch and couldn't wait to earn Slytherin a house point. When the class was open to practice, Belka waited her turn in line, all of her First-Year companions practicing on Yancy. The bubbles from their wands blurred in different colors and shapes. Many succeeded in the spell but of course, there were some who failed as well. She promised herself she would be among the ones who succeeded. When it came to her turn to perform, she gave the boy a soft smile while he gave an awkward/shy grin. She laughed as she extended her wand, "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem" of course she didn't expect everything to be perfect, but she'd be surprised if it wasn't at least 90% correct.

Professor Edit: Bullarum Immortalem learned.

Cecily couldn't help but feel a bit out of place as she entered the History of Magic classroom, inhabited by Professor Risa. At first glance, she was the only second-year in the room; at second glance, she was still the only one her age. Cecily assumed that many of the students in her year had learned the charm in the previous year. Thinking back, the Ravenclaw couldn't imagine why she didn't learn it with them-- but then, she wasn't exactly the best student last year, preferring to spend her time with a book than with people. Well, this year was going to be different. Cecily had big plans, plans that involved learning all the spells she could. Why? Because why not! It was always better to be prepared in case something were to happen, like the whole Masked Man drama. It was doubtful that bubbles would do much against such an entity, but maybe it would be distracting or something. Either way, Cecily liked to think she was prepared for anything.

BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. The Bubble Producing charm. If Cecily managed to get it right, it should produce a stream of golden bubbles-- that was what Professor Risa had said. Cecily practiced the pronunciation in her head, though she felt like she was missing something. After a moment of thought, Cecily decided it was the lack of a wand gesture that was throwing her off. After a year of memorising incantations attached to movements, casting a spell without waving her wand felt wrong, but apparently it was right.

The blonde patiently waited her turn before confidently stepping up towards the older Ravenclaw the younger students were practicing on-- Levi, whom she vaguely recognised from the common room but would not have been able to name without Risa's help. Many of the first-years seemed to be perfecting the simple charm without much difficulty, so surely she, a student with over a year of experience on them, should be able to cast the spell with ease. If she messed this up, she would definitely be making a fool of herself. She wouldn't be able to show her face around the school ever again. She'd have nothing left to do except hide in her dorms for the last six years of her schooling, hiring some to bring her food and homework and books and paying them in teasing rights or something equally useless.

Laughing at the image that the thoughts conjured of her at 18 years old, having been cooped up the in same room for six years, Cecily took a stance. She thought back to her first-year charms classes as she raised her wand and, speaking smoothly and clearly, spoke the incantation. "Bullarum immortalem."

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Anastasia loved History of Magic. Truth be told, she loved all of her classes, but  History of Magic was no exception. She'd heard back in her parents' day, a ghost had taught the class, which Anastasia found a bit odd. How could they let a ghost teacher? Did they actually pay him, and if so, what on earth would he use the money for? Anastasia mentally chided herself for going off on a tangent and was just glad she had kept all that to herself.

Glancing about the classroom, she wondered what they would be doing today. The owl about wearing clothing that she didn't mind getting soap on had given Anastasia an idea, but she wanted to confirm it. Her current suspicion was the bubble charm, due to the soap hint and also they had been told that third years would be there to help them today. Anastasia vaguely recognized the third year from her house, as well as the one from Hufflepuff. She didn't actually know either of them, but she had seen them about the school enough. 

Anastasia took her normal seat as the flow of students began to turn into a trickle. Despite her inkling about what they might be learning today, she was still eager to know exactly what they were doing. If they were doing the bubble making charm, she was going to be thrilled. It could be helpful in dueling and she had heard of it being used as something of a cleaning spell, although she wasn't sure exactly how, and she was sure there were more real-life applications. And, alright, she loved bubbles. No matter how proper she might seem, bubbles always delighted her for some silly reason. 

Anastasia grinned widely upon hearing her guess had been correct. Sure, it had been a small thing, but she was still pleased to have guessed it. That was always a good way to start off class. Anastasia wrote down the incantation, underlining the symbols the professor had emphasized. Setting her wand on her desk, she repeated the incantation a few times before attempting the spell. "Bul-la-rum im-mor-ta-lem," she murmured, rolling the strange incantation around her mouth. "Bullarum imortalem."

After Professor Risa told them to line up, Anastasia quickly joined the line in front of Selena. While she was in line, she repeated the incantation a few more times, making sure she was pronouncing the incantation correctly and putting the correct amount of emphasis on the correct parts. Anastasia reached the front of the line, pulled out her wand, and took a deep breath. "Bullarum imortalem!" she said firmly, pointing her wand at the older Gryffindor. 

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Rosalyn had gotten into the classroom a bit earlier than the others and noticed there were 4 third-year students already in the room. She noticed one of the third-years, Levi, as they were in the same house but she has never spoken to him before. Rosalyn then looked at the professor, a tall-mature looking woman. She had the sense that Professor Risa was a superb teacher. Not wanting to catch their attention, Rosalyn found a seat in the far back and sat down. She watched as the professor was casting some sort of spell on the last of the furniture. Rosalyn had now realized why the professor sent an owl, warning the students to wear clothes they didn't mind getting soap on. Rosalyn had brought along an extra robe in her trunk due to the professor's warning, and she relaxed a little bit with knowing why the warning was sent.

As class starts, Rosalyn pays close attention to the teacher's words. "Bubble producing magic?" Rosalyn thought to herself. She wasn't sure what the use of this spell could be, but she knew she had to start somewhere. She assumed the spell was one for more creative uses but nonetheless Rosalyn was excited. "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem" Rosalyn would say in her head. She would slowly repeat one half of the word and then the other right after. "BUL-la-rum" Rosalyn would repeat in her head a few times. Right after Rosalyn would repeat "im-MOR-ta-lem" a few times. Then she would repeat the full word in her head, focusing on making the words more fluid instead of pronouncing each syllable individually. Rosalyn started with "Bullarum" for a bit and continued to repeat it in her head a few times. After feeling comfortable, she moved onto pronouncing "Immortalem" in her head a few times as well. Rosalyn would then combine the two in her head. Bullarum Immortalem, Bullarum Immortalem, Bullarum Immortalem... would be repeated over and over again. Then, she would mutter it one time just to make sure she has the pronunciation down. Bullarum Immortalem. she would mutter softly to herself.

The professor had now told the volunteers to move up. Rosalyn stood up, and walked towards Levi. She had wondered if he recognized her or not but that thought soon went away when she got in front of me. Levi gave Rosalyn a warm-greeting smile but she simply just glared at him. While she didn't glare on purpose, she doesn't really know how to act around people and it threw him off. It was now time for Rosalyn to attempt to cast the spell. She had the words almost memorized in her head now after repeating them multiple times, even in parts. She lifted up her wand toward Levi and before he casted Impervious on himself and she muttered "Bullarum Immortalem."

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Having a good night sleep is not common for this girl, so a feeling of refreshment prepared her more for the classes that day, walking in the classroom with certain ease even though eyebrows were still forming a common-seen light frown.
Professor Risa greeted them good morning as the whole class answered with a calm "good morning." back in harmony. Some were louder than others, the cheerful and the sucking-up ones clearly standing out by voice volume.

Today was a rather different lesson really, the professor spoke of learning a relatively easy spell called the Bubble-Producing Charm. Explaining its incantation, Ophelia's lips moved with the professor's words ‘BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem’, repeating one's tone in her head. No movement was needed for this spell, Ophelia was rather intrigued by the charm, a somewhat amusing thing could come more useful than they had known. The students were then all introduced to four third-year students, none of the names which Ophelia had heard of before. She didn't know many people, to begin with, eyes remembered a few features of the four, some looked a tad more familiar than others.

Then, each child was assigned to the third-year of their house. Hers being Hufflepuff, she ended up standing in line for Lana: Black hair contracted well with green orbs, face had charming features, appearance gave her a certain aura of popularity as one could call it.
As the gray-haired girl was waiting for her turn, she tried practicing the spell in her head, slightly tinted lips mumbled its incantation as she imagined an image of a gold-bubbled stream in her head. The first student in her line succeeded, a cheerful smile seen on the redhead's lips as the next student made their way to the front. A few of them failed, a few succeeded and soon Ophelia was the one standing in front.

Lana smiled towards her with kindness, green vision kept escaping towards the professor for a reason unknown to Ophelia. Pulling out her wand, blue observed it for a moment before lifting it up. Its veela hair core was protested by Ollivander indeed, noting the core for making the wand 'temperamental' but Ophelia wouldn't let that stop her, every rarity has its colossal perk and if she was chosen to possess this wand, then there must be a reason for one to have it. Besides, every wand had its pros and cons and if one can deal with both, every one of them would prove their success.
Snapping out of these thoughts, she focused the wand towards Lana, finally speaking the words out loud: "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!"

Professor Edit: Bullarum Immortalem learned.

The owl he had received from Professor Risa had sparked his curiosity. Andrew assumed that the note granted him special permission, meaning he wouldn’t be obliged to wear his regular school uniform to Professor Risa’s extra lesson. Heeding the warning, Andrew had shown up to class in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a gray T-shirt (although he had contemplated about bringing along a pair of swim trunks, in case things might get sudsier and wetter than he anticipated). He was expecting to be drenched in soap and water, the scale of a carwash or waterpark, which popped into his mind when he had first gotten the owl. But after listening to Professor Risa’s instruction about the Bubble Producing Charm, Andrew was both relieved yet disappointed that there wasn’t more soap involved. Or so he thought. . .

Andrew fell in line with the other Slytherins, waiting and watching as the other students in front of him casted the charm. He observed what was occurring ahead; taking down mental notes, studying the other students’ techniques, scrutinizing each of their mistakes and successes as he neared the front of the line. By the time it was his turn, Andrew was fairly confident in his approach of what he ought to do in order for him to cast the charm successfully. Not to mention it was a simple charm, one without a wand movement, so that already cut the amount of work by half. Performing this spell should be as easy as pie.

Facing his partner, Andrew pulled out his wand, readying his stance as he pointed the tip of his wand straight at Yancy Clearwater, aiming to release a barrage of bubbles directly at his target. “Bullarum immortalum!” “(BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem)” Andrew uttered firmly. He waited with bated breath, hoping for a stream of gold-tinted bubbles to appear.

Professor Edit: Bullarum Immortalem learned.

As it has been quite some time since this thread had been modded, I'm posting a list of names of the students that have learned the spell since then:

- @Samantha Albion
- @Koko Riddle
- @Sapphire Riddle
- @Dinara Lucey
- @Belka Bibble
- @Cecily Quinn
- @Anastasia Beckett
- @Rosalyn Mairead
- Ophelia Silverton
- @Andrew Vance

You have all learned Bullarum Immortalem.

Xayvier sat looking at everyone else as the tried the bubble charm. He wasn't confident about producing the charm at all at first. But as he watched everyone's successes and failures, he grew to steadily feel better.  He was still surprised that they were learning charms in the History classroom.Then, it was his turn. Xayvier took a deep breath as he held his wand. This would be one of the first charms he would learn hopefully. He extended the wand and felt his wand connect to him as if it were a natural part of him and had grown with him like his bones had. Slowly, he felt like magic being drawn out by the wand in his hand.
"Bullarum Immortalum." Xayvier said and he felt his magic just barely make it to the edge of the wand. But it fizzled out for the first time. Xayvier frowned and seethed. "No, I will make this happen." Xayvier growled as the others in his head all joined him in focussing the power through it. "Bullarum Immortalum!" They all cried, his voice bleeding through them all. He felt his magic burst through, his will forcing it through his arm and through his wand with all of willpower of his four personalities. They just wanted the bubbles.

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To learn a practical spell in History class was quite interesting. Further more, Millie point-blank hated History. It was boring and stupid. Or, in her eyes. With much of a digress, she knew it was also important to not repeat the past. Though, it was more than likely that history would be repeated. Multiple times.

As she followed her fellow first-years into the classroom, Millie looked up at four older years. If she messed up now, she was certain the older years, and her peers would make fun of her. So her job was to not do that. Practice in her mind, imagine a success, keep your brain strong, and have an even stronger ego. Stay safe.

After the professor went over everything, Millie reminded herself to keep repeating the words. Bullarum Immortalum. They seemed to hold a type of power over the twelve-year-old. Like a type of magic refusing to be seen, only by those worthy enough to see it.

Then it was time to practice. Test your abilities. Time to shine. People were shouting the spell all around her, so Millie pointed her wand ahead, and went over the phrase in her mind. ‘BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem’.

"Bullarum Immortalum!" She cried, waving her wand in a specific manner, every bit of her body wishing, begging for the golden bubbles to erupt from the tip of her wand. Hopefully.

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Fumiko's inner child screamed and jumped behind her gracefully small smile when she found out what they were learning today.

To be fair, she enjoyed History of Magic class everyday. Of course there is the regular reason of ' not repeating history ' but for some reason she enjoyed the way they learned of old people, places and news that happened before. Perhaps she just liked to remember things a few dead wizard did a few hundred years ago. Or she just felt guilty to forget what happened before her time that shaped the world she knew of today.

Plus, if she were dead and did so many things for the future only for no one remember her, she'd be very sad.

But today she had something even better than that. Bubbles. Fumiko always had an adoration for bubbles since she was a kid and now knowing she didn't need to go to the nearest toy store to buy them, she was more than ecstatic.

After the teacher finished explaining, Fumiko was probably the fastest one to whip out her wand.

She'd been practicing the incantation in her head since the teacher said it so without further ado :

" BUL-la-ram-im-MOR-ta-lam "

...

that sounded off..

she looked at the other students, already seeing bubbles of all shapes and sizes filing the usually dull classroom.

Fighting the urge to drop her wand and pop the bubbles like her life depended on it, she closed her eyes and focused on the shadowing the student's correct pronunciation .

Readying her wand, she imagined all her magic to push themselves towards her wand and softly uttered :

" BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem "

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