Practice makes perfect ((Open RP))
This was not a vacation. There was no down time at Hogwarts.
If it had been a real vacation, James Bond would have left a trail of warm beds and broken hearts through whatever exotic location he'd chosen, and when the time was up he'd be whisked off to London for another assignment.
So he did what he did when there was no time to relax. He practiced.
The man wasn't superhuman, but he was focused. He'd heard the rumors behind his back, that it simply wasn't possible to be that good. And while they'd been talking, he'd been at the gym, pushing himself to run harder or swim faster than anyone else. He'd spent the hours at the shooting range, taking the time to get the feel for every gun available. There were training manuals that he'd read and remembered for later.
Now he was turning that focus to spell work. He'd found a classroom outside of Gryffindor and used it. Bond stayed with one simple spell, and practiced it until the words came without hesitation, and the wand movement was muscle memory. The endless repetitions were never just routine. He concentrated intently on each new attempt, mentally making adjustments each time. Without a strong foundation of even the simplest spells, it would be foolish haste to move on to the more complicated spells he had in mind.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Swish, flick. "Wingardium Leviosa." Swish, flick. The pencil made a circle in the air then returned to the desk.
If it had been a real vacation, James Bond would have left a trail of warm beds and broken hearts through whatever exotic location he'd chosen, and when the time was up he'd be whisked off to London for another assignment.
So he did what he did when there was no time to relax. He practiced.
The man wasn't superhuman, but he was focused. He'd heard the rumors behind his back, that it simply wasn't possible to be that good. And while they'd been talking, he'd been at the gym, pushing himself to run harder or swim faster than anyone else. He'd spent the hours at the shooting range, taking the time to get the feel for every gun available. There were training manuals that he'd read and remembered for later.
Now he was turning that focus to spell work. He'd found a classroom outside of Gryffindor and used it. Bond stayed with one simple spell, and practiced it until the words came without hesitation, and the wand movement was muscle memory. The endless repetitions were never just routine. He concentrated intently on each new attempt, mentally making adjustments each time. Without a strong foundation of even the simplest spells, it would be foolish haste to move on to the more complicated spells he had in mind.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Swish, flick. "Wingardium Leviosa." Swish, flick. The pencil made a circle in the air then returned to the desk.