"Depulso!" He repeats, pointing at the ball - or trying to, at least. This feels like a test of his reflexes as much as it is a test of his magic.
It's a test that he fails. The ball hits his knuckles, bouncing off of them and down to the floor, where it goes rolling away under the desks. Immediately, a dull throb of pain starts up on his knuckles and refuses to fade.
At the same time, a book comes flying off the shelf, moving towards Heine in a wobbly glide. It looks like the spell had (somewhat) worked - just not on its intended target.
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"Depulso!" He repeats, pointing at the ball - or trying to, at least. This feels like a test of his reflexes as much as it is a test of his magic.
It's a test that he fails. The ball hits his knuckles, bouncing off of them and down to the floor, where it goes rolling away under the desks. Immediately, a dull throb of pain starts up on his knuckles and refuses to fade.
At the same time, a book comes flying off the shelf, moving towards Heine in a wobbly glide. It looks like the spell had (somewhat) worked - just not on its intended target.