Charm The Bubble-Producing Charm, First Year

Professor Edit: ausing next to the Ravenclaw as she reached the front of the line, Zahid observed as she attempted the Bubble-Producing Charm.

The girl seemed almost overconfident which often tended not to turn out too well, but she did succeed in casting her spell. “Well done, Miss Starr.”

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Jorah arrived in the History of Magic classroom excited to see that the desks had been moved to make room for spell castings. Excellent, he thought. He was starting to enjoy these atypical classes. Jorah felt that he could read about history in the library, but where he really struggled was with spell casting. Jorah welcomed any opportunity to improve this deficiency and these practical lessons were a start.

The professor introduced his helpers and demonstrated the spell for the students. Jorah wrote down the proper pronunciation unto his parchment for later review. How useful really is this spell, he wondered. I'm not an interior designer. When am I ever going to need to make bubbles? For fun, perhaps. The only real use Jorah saw in this spell was for Defensive Magic. The bubbles could be used as a quick way to slow and prevent the movement of an opponent.

Jorah practiced reciting the incantation. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. He repeated a few more times until he knew it by heart. The students stepped forward forming lines to practice the spell on the volunteers. Jorah hopped into the line forming in front of an older Ravenclaw student. Jorah always felt more comfortable with students from his own house. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem, he repeated in his head.

Jorah didn't pay too much attention to the other students. He just focused on the words. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. It would be too embarrassing if he failed the conjuration and would have to queue up again, but with his low skill, failing was a likely scenario. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem.

It was his turn. Jorah stepped up to the Ravenclaw who greeted him with a slight smile and a nod to proceed. Jorah pointed his wand directly at the student, cleared his throat with a ah-ah, then recited BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! Nothing, not a single bubble. His heart beat a little faster. C'mon, he thought. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! A string of unstable bubbles of various sizes and colors sprang forth from his wand. Not quite right. The student behind him was motioning him to return to the back of the line. "No," he said defiantly, "I get one more try." With that Jorah let out a louder and more confident BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! A solid string of identical bubbles sprang forth from his wand to his great pleasure.

Professor Edit: Zahid was about to tell the Ravenclaw to let the next student have a turn and not to hog the front of the line, but before he could, the boy succeeded in casting the charm on his third try and so Zahid merely gave him a nod and a “Nice work, Mister Moussa.”

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Another extra-curricular History of Magic lesson. Although the first one had not been particularly interesting -- barely an extension of their first Charm's lesson -- it had still been interesting. And definitely something of a confidence boost to have been able to put her Charm's practice to good use with the ocular twist. She was eager to see what was in store this time around.

Arriving early, Evelynn was among the first to enter the room. The first thing that struck her was that the desks had been pushed off to one side of the room to make a clearing of sorts in which stood a small group of older, unfamiliar students. To the front, the professor stood at his desk and she cast him a quizzical look. Given the charm learned in the first of these lessons, she knew it could have been anything, really. Thus she hadn't the faintest idea what to expect this time, especially with the gaggle of elder students gathered at the center. It felt like she had to wait for hours as the rest of the class trickled in.

Thankfully, Evelynn wasn't left to wonder for too terribly long. Eventually, Professor Benga--something--asoud spoke up. He broke through the din of chattering students and pull the redhead from her reverie with ease. Clasping her hands genially in front of her where she stood, she listened with rapt attention. For all of about five seconds. The soap blizzard? The recent lesson popped to mind. What on earth were they about to learn? The quizzical expression returned, deepening all the more-so as the professor explained the spell they were about to learn. By the end of it, Evelynn had to suppress the hint of a smile as the image of Wartortle casting bubble-beam at the students in the center of the class came to mind.

With a lick of her lips, Evelynn mentally shook her mind clear again and strived to maintain her academic dignity. Focus. It was very possible that the spell could come in handy in the most unexpected way. Even as the professor described its use for decorating during the holidays, she made a mental note to keep that in mind, already picturing how lovely that could be. As he continued through the introductions of the volunteer students, she reminded herself of the three fundamental rules of charm work: focus, precision, and enunciation.

Focus. Precision. Enunciation. She repeated it as a sort of mantra. It helped to clear her mind and reorient her attention to the lesson at hand.

"BUL-la-rum im-mor-TA-lem," Evelynn uttered quietly at the professor's urging. "Wait, no.." Her nose wrinkled with annoyance with the error. That wasn't right. "Im-MOR-ta-lem," she corrected herself. She would have to look up the etiology of the first half of the incantation, but the latter half certainly sounded like immortal. Given that the bubbles weren't supposed to pop, that did make sense; but with the emphasis on a different syllable, she could see that causing her some trouble with enunciation if she wasn't careful. "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem," she repeated again. And then again. And then silently again several times within her mind.

That the wand movement was even easier than the last, she had a hard time believing it initially. All they had to do for the eyeglass repair charm was to tap the glasses. Have your wand pointed towards your target. Ah, yes. That could certainly be considered easier. Only two of the three fundamentals were of any concern then. Focus and enunciation. And it was the latter that was still more likely to cause issue.

BUL-la-rum im-mor-TA--- Wrong. Im-MOR-ta-lem. Im-MOR-ta-lem. Im-MOR-ta-lem. Evelynn repeated it over and over as she waited her turn to cast her attempt. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. Better.

Before long, it was her turn. She heard the permission uttered by the professor to take her cast. She closed her eyes, and took a breath. One. She could feel the cool wood of her wand held delicately between her fingers. Two. Her heart drummed rhythmically in her chest, each beat coming just slightly more slowly than the last as she held her breath. Three. Air seeped from her nostrils as she slowly released her breath.

Raising her wand to aim ahead directly at her upperclassman, she opened her eyes, her mind empty of all but the spell. With dulcet confidence, Evelynn chanted, "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem."

Professor Edit: Zahid hoped the Gryffindor student was concentrating on internalising the spell and had not fallen asleep – he vaguely remembered she had seemed on the verge of falling asleep in the last extra lesson – but considering that she already (correctly) pointed her wand at her victim-of-choice before she re-opened her eyes he supposed it was the former.

While she might need a few more tries to get the amount of power put into the spell right, her first try was a success. “Well done, Miss Decipio.”

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Bubbles had always held a certain interest for the young Ravenclaw, mostly because she recalled swimming and spitting up bubbles in the sea. So the notion of creating her own bubbles by magic was certainly something that caught her attention. To be in History of Magic working on spell rather than history itself was a bit curious, but she didn't mind.

Instead, she listened eagerly to the Professor's instructions. As she listened to him speak, she looked over the volunteers for today's class. In their own way, they each looked prepared. One day, she wished she too could volunteer for something like this or some kind of leadership. But she turned her attention back to the matter of the day and wrote down the incantation: BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. As for the wand movement, there barely was one. She pursed her lips slightly, it couldn't be that easy, could it? There had to be something else.

But there wasn't too much time to over analyze, fortunately. She locked eyes with the Hufflepuff boy, the one with green eyes and messy hair. Nodding, she exchanged the notion that he would be her target. But first some practice on her own. "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!" she cried, but to little effect. There were some bubbles, but few and small in between. Looking down at her wand, she deduced the problem might be that she wasn't pointing at anything--that was the wand movement after all.

And perhaps that was indeed why they had guests. Turning, she faced the Hufflepuff boy and tried to smile. She still found it odd at times to be casting on a person, but perhaps this was why she didn't sign up for dueling. Pointing her wand, she took a breath before uttering the words, "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!" It took a moment, but soon she saw the bubbles emerge and her face spread with glee. This is how she'd decorate the family christmas tree from now on.

Professor Edit: While the students were supposed to practice the incantation without using a wand at first to get the pronunciation correct, he was not particularly surprised to see a student skipping that step and instead simply attempting to cast the charm – with moderate success. Being at the front of the line, the girl then immediately turned to Mr. Fabbri to cast the spell again but this time with a target.

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AJ had made sure not to be late for this one. The professor had been incredibly generous in providing an extra lesson and taking time out of his life to teach these students an extra spell that could be of use to them. It would've been incredibly rude to rock up late to it.

He lined up alongside his fellow first years, interested to hear what wisdom the professor had to impart. The boy gave a friendly nod to all the 'practice dummies' to silently thank them all for also being here to help. He tried not to let himself get too distracted though as the older gentleman was still explaining the lesson.

He had pulled out his wand in preparation for casting but quickly slipped it back into his robes at the order from the Professor. AJ supposed it made sense that he wouldn't want a whole heap of untrained First-Years accidentally slinging random spells at the unwitting elder students. It would seem the intention was to verify that they actually knew how to pronounce the spell before allowing them to attempt it. AJ nervously licked his lips, proper pronunciation was something he always struggled with due to his accent, however he was determined to get this right even if it took him all day. A fact that the students and the professor would likely not thank him for.

The students altogether tried pronouncing the spell in a cacophony of disorganised and sometimes incorrect pronunciations. AJ took a few moments to mull the word over in his head, whispering out the sounds individually, trying not to stumble or slur. "Bool-eh-room...no! Bo-bu-be-bu..." There was a few minutes of him repeating each sound until he got to the point where it sounded like he was faking an English accent, by this point many students had made their first attempt at actual casting.

"BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem" The boy finally managed to announce with the sound of an Aberdonian impersonating a Londoner, the pronunciation was correct even if the accent was jarring.

With approval he would take out his wand again and line up, trying to keep the pronunciation on the tip of his tongue as the line progressed forward. Eventually, he stood at the front. He stood square on to his target and took a breath, pointing the tip of his wand towards them. "BULlerum Immeetalum!" A blunder in his pronunciation. Numerous tiny green bubbles were emitted from the tip of his wand, hardly effective.

He would take a second attempt. "Bollurum Imortalem." He was closer but still wrong, this time creating one large bubble that floated upwards and then popped, sprinkling his face with a viscous liquid.

The pressure was on slightly and his heart started to race. He closed his eyes and willed his mouth to say the words as he was intending them to be said. "BULLARUM IMMORTALEM!" With a raised voice from desperation alone he pointed his wand at his target as numerous bubbles shot out of the tip of his wand towards the target.

Tentatively AJ prodded one of them with his wand and was relieved to see it merely be pushed away rather than bursting. The boy breathed a sigh of relief and went to the Professor to receive some critique.

@Zahid al-Benghazi ibn Masoud

Professor Edit: Having just corrected the pronunciation of one of the Hufflepuff boys - how that boy had gotten stuck on saying Im-to-a-lem was a mystery to him - Zahid turned to the observe the next student. The Gryffindor seemed to be one of those that thought speaking an incantation louder after it was said wrongly before would help with spell-casting but then, did most students not seem to fall into that group?

Still, the results seemed to prove the boy right as the bubbles did what they were supposed to do - they did not burst. "Well done, Mr. MacAllister."

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Serena was looking forward to today’s History of Magic class. While she did like the lecture-style lessons, the first-year was looking forward to a practical course. And who didn’t like bubbles? So, she quickly took a seat in the classroom, bouncing her foot, eagerly awaiting for the class to start.

When Professor Zahid began speaking, Serena made sure to pay attention, taking down some quick notes about the spell. The badger especially made sure to take note of the pronunciation. And when the History of Magic professor instructed the class to say it a few times, she did.

“BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem…BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem…” Serena muttered to herself a few times. Okay, that wasn’t too difficult to say.

So, the first-year lined up. Serena couldn’t see who was at the front of the line due to the numerous students in front. While she made her way through the line, she kept whispering the spell’s incantation to herself. She didn’t want to forget it or say it wrong.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, it was her turn. Serena realized that she was in front of the girl who the professor introduced as Miss Gibbs. Serena gave her a small smile. Then, taking a deep breath in, she pointed her chestnut wood wand at the older blonde-haired girl and said with as much confidence as she could muster, “BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!”

Professor Edit: Moving on to check on the next student, Zahid was surprised to see the Hufflepuff girl succeed on her first attempt despite her incantation sounding more questioning than confident. Maybe the success would boost her confidence for her next attempt.

"Good work, Miss Bowen."

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@Zahid al-Benghazi ibn Masoud

It hadn't taken Aaron very long to realize that he was not a naturally-skilled wizard. He was absolutely a natural-born flier, but casting spells was a whole different ballpark. So when he walked into History of Magic - expecting a lecture and easily remembered facts about people, places and events - he was sorely disappointed. The setup of the classroom suggested a more hands-on lesson for the day, meaning they would probably be learning a spell. Great.

The brief introduction of the class led to Aaron becoming even more nervous. It was one thing to embarrass yourself in front of the professor. But to perform the spell in front of some upperclassmen who relied on you to be successful so they, in turn, could get some practice? It was a lot of pressure for the untalented first year. The black-haired wizard lined up with the rest of the class, choosing to be at the end of one of the lines. As people practiced the incantation around him, all he could do was think about failing.

Aaron tried to think about what the professor said about the wand movement being very easy. That meant the only real thing to practice was the incantation. The eleven-year-old said it under his breath a few times. "Bularum imortalem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. Bul-LAR-um IM-mor-TA-lem." Aaron began to panic when he realized he was saying it differently everytime. He tried to listen to the students around him, but everyone was saying something different. Or was he just hearing them differently?

All too soon, it was his turn. He stood in front of a blue-eyed, blonde Gryffindor. Ms Gibbs, if he remembered correctly from the professor's introduction. She looked like the type of person who got perfect grades and had tons of friends. But perhaps that was too much of a snap judgement to make. Aaron was just nervous, hence why he was more focused on this girl's life story rather than the charm he was meant to be casting.

"Bul-LAR-um IM-mor-TA-lem!" he said, pointing his wand at the blonde girl. Nothing happened. He repeated himself again, a bit more hurriedly and embarrasedly. Still nothing happened. Rather than continue to embarrass himself, he mumbled an apology and made his way to the back of the line again. His face was a bit red now from the shame, but when he looked around the room, he realized there were actually quite a few repeaters.

Maybe he wasn't so different from others. Spells just took practice, after all. That's what Lydia would say, anyway. He went back to practicing the incantation, this time unafraid to ask a fellow classmate how to properly pronounce it. "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem," he repeated strongly as he made his way to the front of the line again. This time, he put on a determined face and looked at the blonde girl who smiled at him kindly.

"BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!" he said, exuding confidence as he pointed his wand at his target.

Professor Edit: Zahid was about to go and help the Hufflepuff with his pronunciation, when the boy asked a fellow first year for help. Good. That showed initiative and that the boy wasn't too proud to ask for help like some of the other students. It bode well for his academic career. And when it was his turn again, the Hufflepuff succeeded in casting the spell. "Well done, Mr. Jones."

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O'Niell never was one to pay attention. Walking into the classroom having expected just a normal lesson, the young wizard was quite taken aback with the setup. The lack of desks, to be specific. Had she missed the memo? Probably... It was clear that with was no ordinary lesson. How exciting! She took her place among her peers and waited for class to begin. As the professor spoke she shifted her weight from foot to foot in anticipation. She wasn't very good when it came to history, but spell casting? That was her forte! It was her time to really how what she was made of!
Her classmates lined up and she, of course, followed suit. Some of them struggled with the spell, some excelled and she was almost positive she'd end up among the latter. Sylvie twirled her wand. She had this in the bag, she thought. Bullarum Immortalem! Easy peasy, right? Well- Maybe it was easy peasy for some, but it seemed as though all around her people were getting it wrong... "Bullarum immortalem..." She murmured numerous times under her breath as she advanced in the queue. And then it was her turn.

The time had come, walking up in front of one of the volunteer students; A fellow Gryffindor with a head of black hair. She gave him a wave before she readied her wand, closing her eyes to imagine the wand movement clearly in her head. But every time she went to speak, she found her tongue twisted in her mouth. "Buh-la-rum- Boo-lah-rum..." Her face flushed red. She was embarrassing herself in front of a housemate. Not to mention the rest of her class! The fact that she wasn't the only one having trouble didn't even seem to cross her mind at this moment. She cleared her throat. "BUL-a-rum im-mor-TAL-um." She waved her wand in the motion she was taught- The easiest part, she found. One large, orange bubble formed at the tip of her wand. It lingered there for a moment, before popped. Just like Sylvie's once inflated ego! That wasn't supposed to happen... Where did she go wrong?

Under her breath the girl repeated the incantation over and over. It was never correct. It didn't sound correct. She was getting upset now, but knowing there were people behind her, she took a moment to stop and pay attention for once. She listened, side-eyeing the classmates successful in performing the spell. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. That was it. She took a deep breath to shake off her embarrassment, feeling it would only cause a fumble. "Bullarum immortalum!" She said. A stream of bubbles flowed forth from her wand now, perfectly round. And as they bounced off of their target, she found they were unpoppable as well!

Professor Edit: Making his way over to the next student, Zahid observed her attempts at casting the spell unsuccessfully. And now she stopped and stood there holding up the queue. He sighed. He would have to send her to the back to the queue to line up again and work on her pronunciation with her.

But before he could she did get ahold of herself and made another attempt, this time successfully. "Well done, Miss O'Niell. But now let's have someone else have a turn, hm?"

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Kaylie Walked into the classroom for the History of Magic class. She was elated to see that the desks had been moved to make room in the center for spell castings.

The professor familiarized us of his helpers and demonstrated the spell for the students. Kaylie practiced the pronunciation the incantation. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem Kaylie whisperd under her breath. The students stepped forward moving into lines to practice the spell on the volunteers. Kaylie nervously walked into the line forming in front of an older student.

Kaylie didn't pay much attention to the other students reciting the spell. She just concentrated on not stuttering on the words. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. It would be extremely awkward if she stuttered the conjuration and would have to try again.

It was Kaylie's turn. She stepped up in line and took a small breath. She pointed her wand at the student and cleared her throat before taking another breath. She then recited BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! No bubbles came out of her wand. Kaylie tried it again. She reapeated it silently to herself BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem. Kaylie pointed her wand at the student once more. BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem! A stable string of identical bubbles flowed from her wand. Kaylie giggled and let out a quiet squeal of excitement.

Professor Edit:

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As you do not yet meet the conditions to qualify for this lesson, you cannot learn the spell.

You can either delete this post and repost it later or you can make a new post when you do meet all the criteria.

Adonis was quite excited to go to History of Magic today despite his main suit being Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Today was intended to be a practical and who didn't love a practical lesson? Adonis sure did, especially if it meant learning a spell he could use in a duel. The prospect of being to use said spell had excited him even more upon arriving to class and setting his books down on his desk in front of him, seating himself down shortly after doing that. The young Thorn examined the new setup to the class for today's practical lesson, it was quite interesting to see everything so spaced out for this. He took a good look at his other classmates, taking notice of the ones he knew and didn't know of as of yet.

His gaze settled on the upper-years once he was seated and comfortable, noting how they trickled into the classroom with the other first years and he hadn't noticed them when they did. Once their professor began speaking, Adonis instantly corrected his posture in his suit, making sure to show that he was invested in this lesson. And he was indeed. The youthful fire of ambition and curiosity in him was sparked even more so when the professor mentioned them learning the Bubble-Producing Charm for today's lesson. It was just as he had heard, a practical lesson!

Upon being given their instructions and told to practice the pronunciation of the spell, Adonis had already done such under his breath from the moment their professor had pronounced it the first time for them. He got himself in line with the others and continued to practice it's pronunciation without his wand that was in his pocket. "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem, BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem." It was quite the tongue twister, but Adonis got the pronunciation done rather quickly the more he said it to himself while in line, waiting alongside the others in front and behind him.

Eventually, it came to be Adonis' turn in line as the person in front of him had just finished after unfortunately failing to successfully do the spell. A shame it was. That didn't stop Adonis though or put him down any bit as it had only made his determination to successfully do the spell even more so. An ambitious look was plastered across his face when taking a step forward to ready himself to cast the spell.

The eager Adonis Thorn from Slytherin then pointed his wand at an upperclassman, "BUL-la-rum im-MOR-ta-lem!" He spoke rather confidently with a strong voice.

Professor Edit: The young Slytherin was almost radiating ambitious confidence and Zahid had to wonder for a moment if the boy was being too cocky; overconfident without substance behind it - as several people he had seen in the past that had such an expression on their faces...

But the boy seemed to be right to be confident about his ability to cast this spell as he succeeded on his first try. "Well done, Mr. Thorn."

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