<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Photo</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i48.tinypic.com/ifoktg.jpg) <br/><br/></div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Vexa R<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Hufflepuff/4th<br/><strong>Bloodtype:</strong>Pure-blood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall, Hufflepuff table<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>HUFFLEPUFF TABLE, and Basil<hr/><br/>Vexa was a lot more of an airhead than she usually was that day. It was difficult to take anyone seriously, they were like little puppets with recently freed strings. She could only watch the show with a tilted face, and stern lips, a strenuously stressed imagination,<em>hard</em>at work.<br/><br/>Her eyes had drifted away from him, but her mind was like a bee buzzing back and forth between them. She could feel his indecision, though she had no idea how to describe it. It was a burn in the back of her neck. He was about to reach out, and the water in the glass started to lift up over the edge of the glass.<br/><br/>Vexa's eyes might have well have been closed. She was glancing at the magnificence above her, the awesome scope of this room never lost its shock value. When Basil shouted in her direction, she reacted quickly with the most polite face she could muster. Her eyes got slimmer though, it was an unnatural motion for her. So, her eyebrows raised too, and she ended up looking like she was happily staring into the sun. "What?" Her voice had gotten softer since last year, as if her vocal chords had had more time to get comfortable in her throat. "I'm not really doing anything, right now." Her accent sounded like a British born girl who had spent<em>far</em>too much time in the eastern fields of France.<br/><br/>Then she realized what Basil was talking about, the glass of water.<br/><br/>With her sudden realization, the cup lifted into the air quickly and spin like the drill of a dentists tool. six ounces of water spiraled out onto nearly the entire Hufflepuff table, as well as two chairs at Slytherin's corner.<br/><br/>It was hardly enough to bother a cat, let alone a person with heavy clothing on, and the water was spread so that each splash turned into a mist upon impact. It was like a fresh breathe of air. Some of it even landed on Vexa's face.<br/><br/>Her eyes shot up with the glass and she opened them in absolute hysteric embarrassment. "oh no." She whispered putting her hands to her lips. Her heart beat was picking up, and she was starting to feel asthmatic, 'good thing I'm sitting. I still can't breathe. should I put my hands above head?' She almost lifted her arms. Instead she just parted her fingers. She didn't look around the table, she didn't want to look at anyone yet.<br/><br/>Then, her head didn't move, but her eyes spun over to Basil. She moved her hand to point at him, exposing a twisted frown on her lip, as if to say 'Basil, why did you do that?'<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">dice roll for spinning water glass</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>I think this is needed, because magic is involved, lack of control is still part of a stat sheet. <br/><br/>Test Roll: Photo rolled: 3d6<br/>Comment:<br/>Result: 4, 3, 1,<br/>Total: 8<br/>Note that this is a test roll and not saved.<br/>Shortline: At 2012-10-12 01:33:14, Photo (uid: 15035) rolls: 3d6 Result: 8</div></div>