Alight the Power from Within [1]

Chapter Fifteen

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Every Tuesday or Thursday, once a week at half past eight, I get to go to a specific teacher's classroom to practice my power.

So far I have had practice with Professor Sprout, Madam Hooch, and Professor Flitwick.

McGonagall strictly told me to keep my power a secret until I can fully control them, then I can 'boast' about it.

Since Mandy, Isobel and Morag was witnesses and saw the whole thing, I gladly didn't have to hid it from them.

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"Gryffindor totally kicked Hufflepuff's butt."
Stephen exclaimed as we walked up to the castle from the Quidditch pitch.

Today's match was...fast, if you can say that. The match was not even five minutes when Harry caught the Snitch. He was like a bee seeing some delicious honey and zooming towards it.

"Even if they have been beaten, they still played good."
Michael said, earning a hum of agreements from around him.

"Who played good?"

Well, except from Morag.

"The Hufflepuffs, Morag."
Kevin sighed.
"The Hufflepuffs played good."

"Keep your head out of the clouds, twin."
Isobel bumped her shoulder.

"I got distracted, sorry."
Morag smiled sheepishly.

"Distracted by what?"
Mandy asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Or who?"
I added, wiggling my eyebrows playfully as I looked at Mandy.

"She got distracted by that."
Terry pointed.

We followed Terry's finger where he was pointing and saw a group of boys, walking in a short distance behind us.

Stephen gave out a loud laugh, slowing down his pace automatically, making us slow down too.
"Malfoy! What happened to your eye, man?"

Once the snow-white hair boy came closer, a purple bruise could be seen to form around his left eye. It was not very pretty on his pale face.

Crabbe went to step forward - in front of Malfoy - but Draco put an arm out to stop him.

"Got into a fight."
He mumbled as he took his arm away.

"Really?"
Stephen quirked up an eyebrow.

"Who did you fight with?"
Terry asked eagerly, curious to know who the person is.

"With Weasel."
He glared at Terry, whose smile slowly faded.

"Who's a Weasel?"
Lisa asked dumbly, as she walked with Sue up to us.

Morag glared at the blonde girl.
"No one, Lisa. Now move along."
She made a shoo movement.

Lisa glared back at Morag, but said nothing. She just took Sue by the arm and dragged her away from us.