Emmeline twisted her wand idly, staring at the trunk as she listened to Chloe's worries. It wasn't the spell that the girl couldn't do, no, Emmeline was quite sure Chloe would be able to handle it, but conquering the fear. Hm.
"I say," she started, looking to Chloe with a smirk, "You've got to think of your happiest memory, yeah? Or a bunch of them? Build up all of those little...ah...random acts of Chloe that you've compiled over the years. Give that priss a run for her money."
She grinned a bit wickedly, looking over at the professor, who was dusting the dingy windows. Ugh. "Do you want to try it again?"
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