In the candle-lit halls of Hogwarts, where magic stirs with every whisper, Harry Potter begins his first year - unaware that fate has woven another soul into his journey.
Elsa Scamander, silent as snowfall and powerful as a storm, arrives cloaked in...
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"Wingardiumleviosa"
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We were in Charms class when Professor Flitwick addressed us with his usual enthusiasm.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation-the ability to make objects fly. Do you all have your feathers?" he asked, scanning the class.
Anna, Hermione, and I raised our feathers in response.
"Excellent! Now, don't forget the proper wrist movement-swish and flick, everyone!" he instructed, gesturing with a flourish. "And remember to enunciate: Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go!"
The class began practicing the spell, swishing and flicking while muttering variations of the incantation.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Ron and Hermione bickering.
"Stop, stop, stop-you're going to poke someone's eye out! Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levioooosa, not Leviosarrr," Hermione corrected sharply.
Ron rolled his eyes. "You do it then, if you're so clever. Go on, show off."
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Hermione and Anna said together-and both their feathers floated gracefully into the air.
I blinked, impressed. "Well done," I whispered, nudging Anna gently.
"Oh, splendid!" Professor Flitwick clapped his hands. "Miss Granger and Miss Scamander-excellent work!"
Feeling slightly competitive, I tried again. Focusing my energy, I flicked my wrist with precision. "Wingardium Leviosa!" And slowly, my feather lifted from the desk.
"Well done, Miss Older Scamander," Flitwick smiled. Anna giggled beside me, giving me a playful nudge.
A loud bang drew our attention across the room-Seamus had managed to explode his feather again.
"I think we're going to need a new feather over here, Professor," Harry said from beside Seamus, trying not to laugh.
After class, we were walking through the corridor when Ron muttered under his breath, mocking, "It's Leviooosa, not Leviosarr... Honestly, who'd want to be friends with her? She's mental."
His words stung more than he realized. Hermione, who had been walking slightly behind, paused-then turned away and ran, her eyes shimmering.
"Wait, Hermione!" Anna called, chasing after her.
I stopped and turned, shooting Ron and Harry a hard glare before following my sister.
