As soon as it looked like today’s lesson would be mostly a lecture, Summer sank into her chair and sighed. She was starting to struggle again with settling in at the underground school. Midterm wasn’t entirely recent, but she missed getting to run around outside, see different people, and do things besides wonder what the magically created weather was going to do next. She loved to be up and about, and sometimes Professor McKindy’s lessons were active! Today, they were going to get to do stuff, but only after a lecture about language and - ugh, she should have played on the Pitch or something before class.
At least he made his lectures interesting by bringing in words that no adult should say. It made her giggle, though. Hearing an adult seriously say yeet was pretty entertaining. She liked the idea that they could use new words to do different spells. How could someone decide what they wanted a word to do, magically, though?
The first word she thought of was a staple of the Renaissance Faires she loved so much: huzzah! The honey blonde loved when someone would lead a round of “hip, hip, huzzah!” during a performance or between stage shows, especially in the pirate groups. They’d raise large tankards full of mead - which she was too young to drink - and huzzah at the top of their lungs. It made her feel like she was part of something. In the tradition of her family’s act, which was all about using small feats of magic at the very Muggle festivals to get the most tips, Summer couldn’t help but think how cool it would be to be able to do a little magic when she shouted that beautiful word.
Okay, so the first year didn’t know quite yet how to do a lot of spells. She remembered during a Quidditch game seeing some students shooting colorful sparks out of their wands as they cheered for their team. She thought she could do that when she shouted huzzah, but maybe she needed to learn the real spell first?
After looking around, Summer spotted an older student. She hopped up out of her seat and let her short legs carry her over to them. Her hands quickly smoothed out her sky blue blouse, then one loosely gripped her fishtail braid. The other hand sat in the pocket of her cotton candy pink jeans. She wasn’t shy, exactly, but she knew from experience that sometimes older kids thought themselves above helping out the younger ones. Hopefully, this student felt differently.
“Hi,” Summer said as brightly as she could, “I was wondering if you could help me? I saw older students using their wands to make sparks, but I don’t know what spell that was. Do you know it?”