Another story of fate

Chapter 9

Nesta

About two weeks have passed since our adventure on the third floor. Oddities did not happen, but I still had a feeling of anxiety.
I marked Friday, the easiest day, in red on my wall calendar and looked forward to the only lesson that day - Charms with Hufflepuff.
Professor Flitwick made me his assistant, since I knew all the spells of the first year perfectly, demonstrating them to admiring applause at the first lesson. Now I helped pull up the laggards, correct the pronunciation of the spell and the waving of the wand.
The topic of the lesson was Leviosa. The professor, cutting through space, wrote a simple levitation spell in the air, and the students rustled the parchment together.
The item to be lifted into the air was a feather. It made me laugh, because I trained on my dad's suitcase. It fell loudly when I failed, opening up, dumping out all the things that was folded in a neat pile.

"Well, does everyone remember the beautiful hand movements we learned? Miss Lupin, show us please" -said Professor Flitwick.- "Cut through the air and wave. Repeat all together after Nesta. Excellent! And clearly say Wingardium Leviosa."

Everyone got down to business. I periodically approached my classmates and helped to correct mistakes.
As I helped Neville, the dialogue between Hermione and Ron reached us from the front desks. The boy, as usual, decided just to wave his wand pointlessly due to failure.

"Wow, stop, stop, stop... You're going to take someone's eye out!" - my well-read friend lectured him. - "Besides, it's LeviOsa not LeviosA."

"Do it yourself, if you're so smart!" Weasley lunged at her.

The class had given up trying to lift their feathers into the air long ago and just watched the arguing couple. Granger took her wand, calmly cast a spell, and her feather soared into the air without difficulty.

"Look - Miss Granger did it! Excellent!" - praised the professor, clapping his hands with joy.

With enthusiasm, casting sidelong glances enviously at Mione, everyone again tryed to cast a spell. Just there an explosion was heard.

"Finnigan" - I thought, without even turning around.

"It looks like we'll need a new feather, sir" - said Harry, smeared in soot.

He rarely sat with Seamus, but he remembered the neighborhood for a long time, especially after practice.
After the lesson, we were returning to the main building for lunch. Harry and Ron walked in front, chatting with Seamus and Dean, while Mione and I trailed behind them. They didn't notice us, so Weasley immediately began to resent.

"It's LeviOsa, not LeviosA... Honestly, she's a nightmare! The most real one! No wonder she has no friends. "

The boys laughed, and Mione with a sob rushed forward, pushing Ron at the same time.
The guys immediately froze. Seamus and Dean blushed with embarrassment, and Ron scratched his nose.

"It's seems like she heard us..." - Harry admitted guiltily.

"Of course she heard you... Idiots!" - I growled, pushing by them and hurrying after my friend.

I didn't catch up with her. The Patil twins did not see her in the room, while they looked at me as if I was insane when I burst in and began to question them.

"Damn it!" - I swore mentally.

Going down to the common room, I decided to wait there, but my peaceful loneliness was interrupted. The twins burst into the room laughing loudly.

"Oh, rowdy! Why aren't you hanging out with friends?" - Fred asked, playing with my ponytail. I shook my head to make him stop.

They both flopped down on the sofa on either side of me.