“Yes, that’s what we call them back home. We call French fries chips.” Aoife said in answer to her friend’s question. It was funny she couldn’t help but think that she still saw Ireland as home, when technically the little apartment in Boston was home now.
Aoife wanted a backpack like Oliver’s. It seemed to have everything, even the much needed fork- not to mention some tasty (if a bit crushed) chips, which she was happily munching on. Setting them aside for the time being Aoife went to get her wand out of her pocket only to find it wasn’t there. This lead to her frantically turning out her pockets before remembering it was in her backpack. Once the wand was safely in her hand Aoife was ready to do some magic! Well, not really but if she thinks optimistically all will turn out well. Though to be honest the theory has failed in the past.
Lyubov was being incredibly nice and helpful. The poor girl didn’t realise what she had got herself into. Sometimes it seemed like wherever Aoife went disaster was always quick to follow. Though so far Lyubov had shown herself to be pretty adapt at magic. The summoning spell had been rather cool and Aoife had stared in awe at the older student. Merlin did she want to be able to do magic as easily as that.
“Okay, let’s do some magic...”
What was supposed to be a show enthusiasm turned out more like a weak display of someone who had come to terms with a terrible fate. It was obvious that Aoife was never going to be an actor.
“Oh, Scribblifors!” Lyubov exclaimed. It had been a fairly easy spell to learn. She had always had a talent for Transfiguring things, and all the spells they were taught that involved a changing in... more
It is? I appear to be having trouble locating it Aoife,Sat Apr 7 08:43