“It doesn’t make sense!” The last syllable of her complaint echoed, its bounce against the metallic walls followed by her teacher’s sigh.
“Controlled motions. ONE, quick, THREE, pause, and circle.” His wand drew a new line on each beat.
Her frown deep, she drew the right lines in a quick succession. Nothing happened. “Might as well swat flies.”
Her teacher slapped her hand with his wand. “Concentrate.”
She grunted. “ONE, quick, THREE, and circle.”
“No!” The teacher’s scream was muffled by popping corn. In the blink of an eye, the room was filled with it.
“At least I did something!”
This is a drabble for today’s prompt!