For a moment, Lloyd can just picture Opal unleashing a wild Wind Blade on a desk of papers or a hapless statue, and he can't help but grin at the image. "Hey, if it makes you feel better, at least you did it with a cool technique." Even if it was by accident, and that still baffles him, because how can you do magic by accident? Messing up is one thing, but doesn't it take concentration?

Unless maybe she did concentrate without realizing it would do anything, like if she wished really hard that her mother's papers would just go away. Lloyd's definitely felt that way about homework sometimes.

But right, he's trying to reassure Opal right now. No getting sidetracked from his story. "One of my best friends keeps knocking these huge holes in walls just by tripping into them." Colette's his friend, one of the nicest people there is, but...

Well...

Colette is Colette. There's no other way to put it.