Falling.. (under your spell)
[She pouted at him, being able to tell that he was making fun of her.  It wasn’t her fault that she didn’t know too much about magic. She had hated it for most of her life. She was only just getting used to it, and not minding the people that used it. She was glad about that though. If she hadn’t changed she wouldn’t have met Cato. And though she wouldn’t admit it, she liked spending time in his Company. He was different from everyone else, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on why she liked it, but she really did.
Smiling she took the paper from him, and quickly wrote a note to Ted, telling him what had happened, where she was, and writing down about 5 times that she was okay]Â
So then… how do you make it fly?
[He couldnt help it when he took the micky out of Clove for not knowing about magic and as he realised he did then he felt guilty. He was trying to be on his best behaviour but some habits just didn’t go away. It was lucky his thorough distaste of muggles was gone. While he still believed with his capability of magic he was better then them he had begun to realise they were people and deserved to be treated as such]
[As she handed him back the note and he folded it up into the shape of an airoplane he chuckled]
Just watch.
[He spoke softly opening a window and placing it on the window ledge before tugging out his wand from his sleeve. With a gentle wrist movement and a murmured spell the note lifted into the airoplane and flew out of its own accord]Â
See, pretty cool, huh?
