Jemima was regretting participating, even as she smiled shyly across at Adrienne Lestrange. She had thought this might be a good way to slowly work at repairing her reputation, to seem a respectable married woman, but most of her friends were off in the Misses set, and the displays around her were already better than anything she might have attempted.
Charms was her best of the subjects and she already felt sure she was going to fail. She had picked up a teapot from the props table, and before she had even begun she fumbled it in her hands, and it crashed to the floor, shattering to countless pieces at her feet. Heart loud in her ears, Jemima waved her wand in a mending charm, hoping to see the ceramic shards fly together and reattach themselves elegantly enough that someone might think she had done all that intentionally.
Charms was her best of the subjects and she already felt sure she was going to fail. She had picked up a teapot from the props table, and before she had even begun she fumbled it in her hands, and it crashed to the floor, shattering to countless pieces at her feet. Heart loud in her ears, Jemima waved her wand in a mending charm, hoping to see the ceramic shards fly together and reattach themselves elegantly enough that someone might think she had done all that intentionally.
