❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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Professor Flitwick, a very tiny, gnome-like wizard, stood on a pile of books as he oversaw the class.
"Now don't forget that nice wrist movement we've been practising. Swish and flick. Swish and flick."
Emelia sighed. She could officially declare that charms was not her class. The girl posed her wand over the feather before her and began to swish and flick.
"Wingardium Leviosa!"
The feather didn't even move.
Emelia sighed a bit more harshly and tried again. Her efforts were fruitless.
"And enunciate! Never forget Wizard Baruffio, who sad 's' instead of 'f' and found himself on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."
Across from her, Emelia heard Ron -she finally learned his name- shout the spell while windmilling his arms grandly.
As expected, nothing happened.
"Honestly," the Granger girl next to him scolded. "You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-ohhh-sa. Not Levi-o-saaah."
The redhead crossed his arms, "You do it then if you're so clever."
Granger smiled and did the incantation. Instantly the feather rose.
"Oh, well done!" Flitwick praised. "Everyone see here. Miss Granger's done it!"
A few seats over from Emelia, an explosion occurred. Smoke curled between Harry and Finnegan. "I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor."
♔
Candlelit pumpkins flickered throughout the hall, while thousands of live bats fluttered overhead. Emelia sat quietly, eating a liquorice wand.
Usually, she wasn't a big fan of sweets, but for some reason, the liquorice wands stood out to her. They were even in her top 3 of best foods.
As she was nibbling on the last part, the laughing started all over again around her. Emelia sighed and dropped her head, mentally preparing for the insults that would be thrown her way.
"Hey, Mudblood! Are you sure that's not your real wand you're scarfing down there? I mean, we wouldn't be able to tell the difference. It's just as useless as the sweet!"
The unknown Slytherin's friends started howling with laughter, and Emelia's eyes filled with tears.
Just then, Professor Quirrell ran into the room and cried out, "Troll in the dungeon! Troll in the dungeon! Thought you ought to know..."
