Young Albus attempts to cheer up Young Shanoa on a rainy day.
Rainy days had never been high on Shanoa's preference list as a child. When she was older they served for a good reason to curl up by the fire with a good book, but as a child they were almost too depressing - she loved to play and train outside, and sometimes would have to be rounded up in the evening to 'get back inside'.
With a sigh that was almost too heavy for such a little girl, she sat at one of the windows in the common room of the dormitories and looked outside forlornly. Bored and melancholy, her mood soured to the point where she nearly felt like crying, if only to match what the sky seemed to be feeling like.
"Hey, Shanoa!" Albus called as he entered the common room from the outer doors, kicking off his rainy-weather boots and moving to hang up his thick cloak - needing to jump to reach the hook. It took him a few attempts but he finally managed to hang his cloak. His hair was a bit damp but otherwise his light-coloured clothing was dry, as he had just jogged over from the library.
"Aww, you look so sad." He observed, shoving in next to her by the window, crossing his arms on the windowsill and peering outside to see if she had been watching anything of interest. "Looks like this is going to keep up all day."
Shanoa sighed and rested her chin on her folded arms, leaning her head slightly so that it touched Albus's shoulder. "So forever then."
He laughed at that, and shook his head. "No, but it'll feel like it." He put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a light side-hug before backing away from the window, nearly flitting about on his tiptoes in excitement as he beckoned her to follow her over by the fireplace - he had a new trick he wanted to show her.
Producing a small writing notebook, he sat on the carpet near the hearth and started to sketch out a glyph circle.
"A glyph?" Shanoa asked quietly, though she knew he could already sketch out most glyphs, but adding power to them wasn't something he was able to do yet due to the age constrictions of their order.
"Yes, but this notebook is imbued, and I can practice my glyph work with it - but I can't do anything big - but watch this-"
The sigil in the middle of the glyph spell circle was left open to whatever he wanted to add, and the power of the book would make a small magical manifestation of whatever the user intended. But as Albus had said, only simple and small things, and the illusion would only last a short while.
He sketched an origami crane in the middle and soon a translucent white paper bird emerged from the book and took flight into the air around the children.
Clapping her hands together, Shanoa looked on in awe at the spell, and watching it circle about once more and then fade as it dove back down towards the amateur spell book.
"What next?" Albus asked with a patient smile, pen at the ready.
"Draw a flower?" She asked quietly, then considered something. "Or is that 'for girls'?"
"No, I can draw a flower for you," He replied. "And I'll do better than one," Scribbling another glyph circle, he wouldn't let her see what the pretend sigil was, until he put both his hands out and drew upwards a transparent illusion in the form of a circle of wildflowers that he then leaned forward to 'place' on her head.
Shanoa giggled at the gesture, bowing her head slightly when receiving her floral 'crown'. "Thank you."
"One more touch…" Albus was already fast at work at sketching another glyph, soon creating a yellow butterfly to emerge from the book, to which it then flitted about and landed to perch on one of the flowers on Shanoa's head. "There. Beautiful."