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It had all been going so well.
Meg had, earlier, paid a visit to Professor Granger, looking for recommendations to further her independent study interests. The professor had been willing to help, but after seeing that some of Meg's wandwork could use improvement, she'd sent her to look for a few Charms texts in the library.
Meg had been practicing her wand technique for quite some time when she noticed a charm written in the margin of the library book she'd been using. She'd at first been disgusted by such outright vandalism of school property, but then her curiosity got the better of her, and she cast the spell on herself, thus proving the old addage that book smart people don't always think practically.
Immediately, her head felt light, and her mind felt as if it were miles away from her body. Her stomach roiled, and she felt dizzy. She cursed herself for being all kinds of foolish, and stumbled to her feet. Immediately, the room began to spin and she had to brace herself against a bookshelf to keep on her feet.
She didn't trust herself to figure out how to reverse the spell on her own, and so she decided she'd better find someone grown-up and capable of doing magical things to fix it for her.
More than a little frightened, she made her way out of the library and down the hall, still hoping to encounter a kind soul who wouldn't laugh too much at her predicament. Her gait was lurching and stumbling, and occasionally she ran into walls and doors. This made her either want to giggle or cry, she couldn't seem to decide which. She probably would not be capable of walking a straight line or reciting the alphabet backwards.
Poor Meg had hit herself with an intoxication spell. If this didn't cure her of the desire to drink illicit beverages before her 21st birthday, probably nothing would.
It had all been going so well.
Meg had, earlier, paid a visit to Professor Granger, looking for recommendations to further her independent study interests. The professor had been willing to help, but after seeing that some of Meg's wandwork could use improvement, she'd sent her to look for a few Charms texts in the library.
Meg had been practicing her wand technique for quite some time when she noticed a charm written in the margin of the library book she'd been using. She'd at first been disgusted by such outright vandalism of school property, but then her curiosity got the better of her, and she cast the spell on herself, thus proving the old addage that book smart people don't always think practically.
Immediately, her head felt light, and her mind felt as if it were miles away from her body. Her stomach roiled, and she felt dizzy. She cursed herself for being all kinds of foolish, and stumbled to her feet. Immediately, the room began to spin and she had to brace herself against a bookshelf to keep on her feet.
She didn't trust herself to figure out how to reverse the spell on her own, and so she decided she'd better find someone grown-up and capable of doing magical things to fix it for her.
More than a little frightened, she made her way out of the library and down the hall, still hoping to encounter a kind soul who wouldn't laugh too much at her predicament. Her gait was lurching and stumbling, and occasionally she ran into walls and doors. This made her either want to giggle or cry, she couldn't seem to decide which. She probably would not be capable of walking a straight line or reciting the alphabet backwards.
Poor Meg had hit herself with an intoxication spell. If this didn't cure her of the desire to drink illicit beverages before her 21st birthday, probably nothing would.
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