Hettie cracked an eager grin, which lit her huge, round eyes with a pixie's mischief. Her turn-- and it was time to play. She flicked her wand across her view of Mr. Glynn, then up to the ceiling overhead, throwing a spell which she had always wanted to use to prank someone in the halls. She'd never been bold enough, it being a difficult effect to pass off as anyone else's fault. Her hope was to bind the spectral ropes of her magic about her opponent's ankle and flip him upside-down, suspending him in midair. It would, she figured, be an inconvenient position to cast from.

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