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School Spirit, Chapter 7I stared at that matchstick for several minutes, listening to muttered and shouted dog Latin – the spell incantations were done in Latin for the same reason I used pseudo-Latin, it made you focus on what you were doing and you weren't likely to say it in conversation and accidentally discharge a spell.
Admittedly the last was probably more my problem. My magic lived closer to the surface, so to speak. But Dresden-style or with wands, it didn't matter – doing magic was the act of imposing your will on reality, and words and thoughts and will were all interrelated.
I noticed Hermione had managed to get her matchstick to turn silver. Another student had managed to send his shooting through the air – I thought it was Ron Weasley, judging by the shouts. Most people were just waving their wands almost randomly, and shouting louder, as if trying to intimidate the match into a needle.
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