Well, that's why she's still here, to nudge the board as-needed.  Steady, steady...

Wooooooooo!!!!!!!

Steady, steady.  And brake.

Brakes!  Deploy counterthrust!  Good grief Clara.  Acquire a proper testing track next time.

On the other hand, that haste spell.

She likes that haste spell.

(She is also glad that they collectively had the common sense to wear protective equipment.)

"I'll call that a success.  Straight up, even.  Need to brush up on my mechanisms, but this seems like it just works.  And likely ought to scale up to powered flight nicely.

"Well, assuming I've the oomph for it handy.  But once I do...

"Zoom."

Really, with semi-arbitrary vectored thrust, she might want to consider rocketry, instead - but honestly, no, she doesn't.  Gliders have more capability to linger, especially.

She'll have to get time in a wind tunnel to practice, though.  Or just make one.

She manages to come to a stop with only a bit of wobbling. A car zips past towards the street as she catches her breath, and the guy leaning out the passenger seat window (football team, she thinks?) shouts, "That looks awesome, you should try a ramp!" Along the way.

"I probably will, once I'm sure I can steer this!"

...She wonders if there's a magical girl extreme sports league.  This is exactly the sort of shit they'd love, she's pretty sure.

The guy's car speeds away. She can vaguely recall something about an aerial slalom competition for Spirit Bearers. It was on TV, maybe a couple years ago?

Maybe she'll look that up later.  It sounds fun to Clara.

There were more things she wanted to work on, but she cannot, for the life of her, properly remember what they --

Ah, yes.

Okay, first step: She needs to look up parachuting for magical girls.

Well, that might be step two, actually --

Because Ophelia has been feeling a little bit left out, and wants to see if she can teleport.

After all, if she is in a shadow, it is not like even the universe can be sure she is still there - she is unobserved.

That said, this, and other, experiments...

They likely should have a spotter.

Bah.

Still, she does wish to test if it feels possible to Push in that direction.

This effort of will doesn't seem to ... Do anything? There's a vague sense of endless-possibility but also a sort of muddledness.

She doesn't exactly say "Then what, exactly, are you expecting from me, then?" in response, but it's a close-run thing.

"Bah.  Really, I should have expected such a formless intent to have formless results.  Onwards, then."

In this case, onwards to home.  She has homework to do and enchanting(!!!) to prepare for!

(Are there recommendations online for what to bring?)

Riley's email confirming the tutoring session included a pamphlet. The pamphlet says you should bring knickknacks or craft materials that call to you, especially if you do arts-and-crafts or serious fabrication of any kind. Mechanics, sculptors, welders, electricians, the kind of people who put stuff together with their hands, tend to make good enchanters.

Hmm.

To bring metal...

...or circuit boards...

...or proper art supplies, that one would use to sketch with?

Admittedly, the medium the collective most prefers is pencil on cardstock, but it is certainly a medium of art.

But enchanting seems to be akin to a science, or rather, akin to an engineering, in that the implementation matters.

They'll bring...

Hmm.  You know what, she'll just pack a bag with everything but the kitchen sink.  Just in case.

...Well.  Everything she can lay hands on on short notice, at least.

(It's actually a surprisingly large amount of things, considering that most of it is 'sacrificial' Christmas gifts, or summer-camp projects.)

And given that Diana does her car's routine maintenance, she'll bring that kit as well.  Perhaps she'll see if the robotics club has spare parts they didn't use last year and can't use this year.  That should be pretty useful.

Ophelia packs a pack of index cards and a pencil in the bag as well.

Walking into the SA office with a full duffel bag does attract a bit more attention than usual. There's some stares. A few giggles and smirks and whispered words, in the SA itself.

The room her crafting tutoring is set for resembles an empty school Chem lab. Shiny blacktop work benches, clean white floors, sinks and basins every so often, the faint scent of something chemical on the air. There's a fume hood, cabinets, banks of neatly organized gear here and there. There's a sign-in sheet and a notice that damage to the workshop will be penalized. But it's empty, nobody's here.

Until her tutor walks straight through a wall without seeming to disturb it at all, metal clinking on the floor.

What she's wearing is armor. Not like Sylvia's raiment armor, just a couple of simple pieces, basic metal in basic shapes. Old Wardess's armor consists of thousands of tiny scales shimmering in the light, flowing and rubbing over each other with soft noises as she moves. Some small and delicate, hundreds around places that need range of motion like joints. Some large and solid, with various patterns - runes? - painted on them in softly-shiny light. Some of the scales are matte, some shiny, and some changing color with the viewer's angle, rainbows, all arranged in a color and pattern that makes it almost look like an ordinary outfit from far away. Well, 'ordinary', more like a glimmering ball gown full of filigree and lace, layers of armor falling over each other, full coverage and elegant, with an additional vest in darker metal overtopping it and a metal collar guard of interlinking chains almost evoking a full suit, and a glimmering tiara on her head actively putting out some sort of glow or halo. To top it all off, she has a black cape, lined with silver metal and more runes.

"Hello... You're new." She frowns in thought. "Hrm. Very well. Enchanting. What do you want to make?"

The stares in the DC office are met with a single raised eyebrow, and the words "Would you not bring all the tools you thought might be useful to the place you plan to use them to break the laws of nonmagical physics over your knee?", if the giggling persists.