AJ's Advanced Studies Prodigal

A gentle snrrk of a snore emanated from the slumbering AJ. A small droplet of drool dribbling from his lips as he lay head to the side on top of the large textbook. Within which was contained knowledge of spells a year advanced of his own. He'd always possessed a knack for Defense Against the Dark Arts but had rarely found the drive to truly push himself to advance his knowledge. Likely to the chagrin of his various professors over the years. However, with his reintroduction to the Duelling Team this year, he decided it was finally time to hit the books...perhaps he shouldn't be hitting them with his face quitel like this though.

As exciting as DADA was in practical application, a lot of the time the theories and reasoning behind each spell could be a bit of a snooze fest. Combine that with fatigue from duelling practice and a general lack of sleep over the past few weeks and it did not make for a good combination of attentiveness. With a snort and a grunt however, our hero soon arose, blissfully unaware of the small ink stain on his chin.

It had been about two hours since classes had ended. He'd only intended to spend an hour revising before showing Professor Lécuyer his proficiency with the advanced spells. Now he'd be lucky if the Professor was even still in his office. He returned the book and swiftly bolted out of the library, heading up the flight of stairs until he reached the Professor's office.

He made himself as presentable as possible, still unaware of the ink stain on his chin. With a knock he waited until granted permission to enter. "Prufusser Luhcoyer...ah tol' yeh 'ah wes wurken an' thoos' spulls. Ah thenk 'ave fenully go' th' 'ang af em." "Professor Lécuyer...I told you I was working on those spells. I think I've finally got the hang of them." It occurred to him then and there that he probably should've scheduled some sort of appointment, but...no sense living in the past.

With permission he would draw his wand and point it to a stack of books in the room. Focusing he spoke clearly and firmly "Oh-PUG-noh." The books would kick up into a flurry, flapping and slamming around the room, though thankfully away from anything important or breakable. After a few seconds AJ would end the jinx, watching as the tomes clattered to the floor. He didn't dare look at the Professor yet, he could already feel the nerves bubbling up. He quickly knelt down and picked up the books to re-stack them, in that moment seemingly forgetting that magic existed for a reason.

"An...an' fer th'nucks wun. Wull theers...wull ebviusleh ah don' wannae tree casten an' enchanmun on yeh, jes t'dusenchan' et." "And...and for the next one. Well there's...well obviously I don't wanna try casting an enchantment on you, just to disenchant it." He stammers slightly, hoping that just by showing the movements and incantation in practice he could prove his proficiency.

He readied his wand again and planted his feet before tracing the tip of his wand in the air in a spiral that somewhat looped into the pattern of a music note before being flicked up suddenly to complete the movement, at the same time he spoke clearly "SUR-jee-toh" A white light would glow at the tip of his wand, but as there was nothing to disenchant, that was all that happened.