“I suppose you want me to find out where your project went?” Jo asked. “Why don’t you save us both some time and conjure up a new one? I’m not leading a search party for it just because you messed up. And before you ask, there is absolutely no way you’re going in there without supervision. Who knows what you might animate if you do.”
Nando shriveled his brow in confusion.
"Search par-what are you talking about. Can't you just, you know-" He gave a high-pitched whistle. "Just pull it out?" He finally gave the girl he was talking to a proper look and found out that she was one of the new purebloods that were sorted into Aquila. Thinking about Aquila made him think about Elliot, and thinking about his dungeon master? Nando quickly shook off a slight blush that began to creep upon his face. It wasn't that he had a crush on the older boy, it was a lot simpler than that. He just thought he was.....cool? I mean sure, he was pretty to look at, like Dea... Another blush crawled on his face. He turned to face the younger classmate and tried to focus on what was in front of him.
The thing that Nando noticed most about the girl was her eyes: sharp, serious, stern. Her solemn glance was intentional, meant to strike, if not fear, at the very least a sense of uneasiness. Did-did she want Nando to fear her? If that were the case, he supposed that it was working. Suddenly very sober, as if he were standing in front of some type of authority figure, he straightened up. Arms to his side, he tentatively introduced himself.
"I'm, uh, Nando. Fernando, but people only call me that if I'm in trouble, haha," he said, suddenly very unsure that he should have told her that last piece of information. A passing glance at her bag revealed that it looked very dark, despite the fact that it was only a few inches wide. "I'm not sure if it'll help, but I can try casting Locomotor on it to try and make it come back? I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to cast that spell again..." To prove his point, he tried a timid "Conjurus Bandalore" to no avail (it actually just made his wand wilt over, to his amusement and horror). Flopping his wand, which suddenly had the consistency of a gummy worm, he gave a very nervous chuckle and a quick firm "Finite!", which straightened it out again. "Yeah no, my magic decides whenever it wants to work, I'm kinda just here for the ride." Quickly changing the subject, he added "Maybe a "search party" might be in order, I can ask one of the professors to see if they know a spell to call it back? I don't want it to eat your homework or anything, if I know anything about dog yo-yo's, is that they're bag to the bone?"