Darci Donavon<br/>4th year Ravenclaw<br/>Tags, Camron, other 4th years)<br/><br/>Darci began to ring out her long hair, glaring down at Camron, "And doncha dare think about lookin' up ma skirt Camron." She said warningly, her accent thickening, "I can't believe this... my shoes are probably ruined." She pulled out her wand and muttered, "Calim Aer" and waited for a moment. Unlike some students, she had nver felt that screaming spells, or shouting incantations was necessary... it was will and intention, not volume.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spell Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Darci rolled 4D6, results:<br/>4,2,5,2 for a total of 13... Success!<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Pointing the wand at her chest, hot air began to flow from the tip  like a muggle hairdrier; trying to dry her clothing. "Are you ok?" she asked as she looked down at him, "Don't just lay there looking up my skirt, you hae to earn that." She said with a mischievous grin.