Bella tries to get out of the letter-named-rooms building to go ask Emily for directions, but that's not a stairwell after all, and there's someone shouting at her not to come in and she flinches back and clonks her elbow on the door and boots or no boots she's down and she -
- is falling -
"I don't know yet! That's what I'm trying to find out. I think maybe it's borrowing something that gives prestidigitation its weirdly long duration for such a novice spell, and applying it to the character limit, but I'm not going to be confident until a few more rounds of increasingly uncertain experimentation."
"Most people don't have ambigrams as theirs unless they were in ninth grade arcana with me," she says. "You could do something else to fancy yours up."
She doesn't have as strong an aesthetic sense as he does so she studies Quenya while he's working on that.
Tree saps don't seem especially nondamaging. Maybe some of them are. She vaguely thinks glue might be made of horse hooves? She is not sure where she heard that and it might be made up.
So yes."
"There was a good reason for not letting you play around with dangerous magic," she points out.
"I can't think of any good reason you shouldn't go to Lórien now," she says, "but I don't always think of everything."