Uuri gritted his teeth as he watched his little cloud sputter uncertainly above the copper square, its edges fraying like it might dissolve at any moment. He knew he was close—he could feel the magic there, just not quite bending to his will the way it should. He was disappointed in his own performance.

He looked up as Professor Bowen approached, watching her demonstration carefully. He wasn’t one to ask for help if he could avoid it, but he wasn’t foolish enough to ignore advice when it was given. He adjusted his grip slightly, rolling his wrist more smoothly as he mimicked the motion she showed.

Just as he was about to try again, a loud crack split the air, followed by a sharp zap and a muffled yelp from across the room. He turned just in time to see Moony’s hair frizz out wildly, a wisp of smoke curling from one side. A bark of laughter escaped him before he could stop it, and he quickly coughed to cover it up, ducking his head in an attempt to look busy with his storm.

He flicked his wand again, slower this time, focusing on steady control rather than forcing it. “Tempestas minor,” he murmured under his breath. Encouraged, he repeated the motion again, pushing a little more intent into the spell.

He shot a glance at Professor Bowen, eyebrow raised slightly, waiting to see if it met her standards.