Each time I went to hammer another nail into a board, my arms creaked and popped under the strain. Things would have been easier had we all been allowed to use our magic, but the precedent had always been that the group from Parth School would build the platform for their graduation performance with their hands. Perry insisted that no magic was allowed. Although everyone around me groaned about the workload, we all knew it would be worth it come the following week. With graduation comes the chance to practice magic without supervision and no more training sessions with Perry. "Come on, you lazy bunch of incompetent dogs. If this thing doesn't get up, then we're never going to have a festival, and I know how crushed you'd all be about that," Perry, giving yet another pep talk, called from his comfortable seat on the grass. His green robes splayed out and caused him to take up twice the amount of space than he normally would. Had he been helping us, perhaps the job would have been done sooner, but he chose instead to dictate our every move with the waving of his hands and the barking of his voice.
