Lydia entered the classroom a minute later than she'd hoped. Professor Ruskin was walking about, as he was wont to do, and talking to the other NEWT level students about them being back for what was for her, the final year. It was hard to believe that she was almost completely done with classes. Charms was by far her favorite, but COMC was second only to that. Not that it mattered what her grades really were, Lydia knew her place and knew that Dolly would be expecting her to make a grand coming out at the Ball at the end of the year and then get married like she had. But she would enjoy everything that she could while she was there.
Nodding in acknowledgement to the professor that she was late, Lydia slid into a seat near Somersby and watched his first attempt at producing water from his wand. When only a few droplets trickled out, she smiled encouragingly at the Ravenclaw and produced her own wand from its pocket near her hip. "Aquamenti." Would it work? She sure hoped so.
Nodding in acknowledgement to the professor that she was late, Lydia slid into a seat near Somersby and watched his first attempt at producing water from his wand. When only a few droplets trickled out, she smiled encouragingly at the Ravenclaw and produced her own wand from its pocket near her hip. "Aquamenti." Would it work? She sure hoped so.