At Berbatov Estate, Wales, along the coast.
Wednesday.
2011.
Terry slipped into her Father's study, wand in hand. Her father was kneeling down by a large decorated trunk, key in hand. "Father, you wanted me?" she asked in Bulgarian, curious.
"Terrance, you weren't able to learn some spells last year, right?" her Father asked curiously, glancing at Terry as the short girl sat next to him.
"Nope." Terry declined. "I only learned Protego, Lumos and Nox." she answered, bouncing sligghtly ass she waited for her father's surprise.
"Then I'll teach you two more." her father smiled, taking out his own wand. "Watch carefully," he said in English, "Alohomora." The lock clicked open on the trunk. "Colloportus," And the locked clicked shut. "Do you understand it?"
Terry nodded. Taking out her own wand, she concentrated on her magic, "Alohomara!" she exclaimed, pointing her wand at the lock. nothing happened. "Alohomara!" she said again, louder. She was getting impatient; why wouldn't the darn spell work already?
"'Mora'." he father corrected. "Alohomora."
Terry took another deep breath. "Alohomora!" she said carefully, pronunciation much better , and bright neon colored sparks just flew out of her wand. Remembering when she had learned Protego- visualize!- she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Picture it unlocking.... she thought, opening her mouth to say the incantation.
"Alohomora!" she exclaimed. She grinned widely as the trunk's lock clicked, showing that the spell worked. Her father smiled at her.
"Now, to lock things is Colloportus." he said, demonstrating the spell easily and quickly before unlocking it once again. Terry nodded.
"Colloportos!" she said, pointing her wand at the lock. Nothing happened.
"Think about the pronunciation," her father reminded. "and visualize it, Terrance." he added.
Terry took a deep breath. "Colloportus!" she exclaimed with gusto, thinking of the lock opening. She broke out in a grin as she succeeded, the lock locking.
“Good job. You might want to practice a bit more, just to make sure you got the hang of it.” her father said in Bulgarian, standing with a grunt. He exited the study, leaving Terry seated in front of the trunk.
Raising her wand, the teenager closed her eyes briefly and began concentrating. She sat there for over an hour, not very please with her 50/50 success rates.
“Alohomora!” she said, eyes closing as she thought of a human sized panda opening a lock. Nothing happened. Maybe I need to.... she thought, smiling widely. Think of myself, not others opening it!
After that, her attempts at the unlocking charm were 9/10, which Terry was pleased with. Eventually, as time passed and she used the spell more often, she knew that she would get to 10/10.
Moving on to the locking charm, the young teen got the hang of that much more quickly and easily. Terry found that instead of magic locking it in her mind, herself locking it was much easier to believe. With a smile, she exited the spacious study and locked the door with a happy tone, and headed dwont o the kitchen.
She needed some ice cream.
