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WHO: Vriska & You!
TONE: Light and airy. Think Three Musketeers Bar.
RATING: PG-PG-13
WHEN: Friday, May 25th after classes.
WHERE: Outside in the gardens.
WHAT: Vriska is practicing spells.
STYLE: Prose or action, I'll roll with whichever.

If there was one major roadblock Vriska was having at school right now, it was pronouncing spells and incantations correctly. It drove her up the proverbial wall when a spell she knew she could cast wouldn't work because of her vocal handicap. It made her want to feed her books to the lake creatures out of spite.

Yet here she was, out in the gardens after class and standing before what looked to be like a small pile of what could have been a small bouquet of flowers (presumably clipped from the flower bushes around her) burning. Vriska glowered down at it like it had insulted her mother, her wand in hand. The spot on the stone where the fire was taking place seemed a little blacker than normal. A logical conclusion would be this was not the first fire Vriska had set there today.

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Peter spent most of his time outside when he wasn't in classes, wandering around and enjoying the fresh air.

Except it wasn't so fresh so he detoured. "Practicing? Anything I might be able to help with?"

The fire was a bit disconcerting, but he'd seen worse issues with new spells.

She was already moving to stomp out the flames and try again with a new batch of flowers when she is approached by the professor. Vriska looks over to him and shrugs, lips still pulled into a frown.

"Is nothing you can help with, I think." The problem was her accented speech as it made it difficult to pronounce her spells right. It had been a problem since first year.

"Maybe not the spell you're practicing but I do know some charms to help with the fire." If he noticed the accent and realized it was the problem, Peter didn't bring it up, but he was more than happy to show her some fire-proofing charms to help reduce the damage of failed spells.

With the fire out now she was already plucking a few new flowers for her next experiment in phonetics. She looked over at him. "That is... useful. Lot of my spells like to turn to flames, unfortunately."

"Then here!" He demonstrates the fire-proofing charm carefully, trying to make it easy to see the wand-movements and hear the words. "I've found it useful when practicing spells I don't have a knack for."