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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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Of all the things John had expected to see during his trip to the outside (aka, find a plant he was sure he had seen in the fields once, and that he was running out of in his potion ingredients inventory), a fire wasn't one of them.

And yet there it was, burning away a few flowers, with Vriska standing in front of them, wand in hand.

Naturally, he approached her. "Hey! Why all the fire?"

She was watching it burn, not yet ready to stomp it out as John called out to her. Vriska looks over at him, lips pulled into a frown. "Spell went wrong." More like she pronounced it wrong. Due to her thick accent a lot of spells she should have mastered by now (and have in theory) were victimized by her poor English.

"Why do you mind?"

"I was just curious," he replied, approaching Vriska and the flowers, looking at the burning pile with curiosity. Spell gone wrong, huh? That made him curious about something else.

"What were you trying to do?"

"I try to make it float." It wasn't a spell she couldn't perform, but she still felt the need to try and perfect it. She moves over to put out the fire and look for more poor flowers to pluck.

"Why do you come out here?"

"Oh..." Well... He couldn't say he had ever heard of wingardium leviosa doing that. He was about to ask what had gone wrong when Vriska made him question.

"Hm? Oh, I was looking for a plant I'm running out of," he said, picking through his pocket to look for the page he'd ripped from his text book. "A moly." He held the page up so Vriska could see the illustration of the black stemmed blue flower.

Off the topic of her failure of a spell she comes closer to take a better look at the picture in his book. Hands behind her back her expression turned curious. One of her doomed flowers looked a little like that one...

"What does it do?"

He points at the small writing under the picture, moving his finger along as he reads. "They can help you counter effects of Dark Enchantments if you eat them. But I'm looking for one because they're also a potions ingredient. Like for the Wiggenweld potion."