#inlivingcolor lysander

[maxinewood]

Max wasn't particularly looking forward to this.

From what she had seen, Lysander Scamander was a sort of a Winnie-the-Pooh of a person: definitely not the "fighting sort." She ran over the motions in her head, the way that her wand was supposed to flick and the swish and the way that the words felt in her mouth, translating the incantation to feel the same way in her head. It had been eons since she had used Petrificus Totalus, but she was sure that it would be fine. She had used that spell many times before--how much could it change? In the empty classroom where she had agreed to meet Lysander, she waited, twirling her wand absently in her fingers.