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( 𝔳𝔬𝔩𝔲𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔦𝔦, 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖞-𝖋𝖎𝖛𝖊 ) — a filthy character
Despite multiple attempts during the remainder of the Christmas holidays, Evangeline was unable to conjure a Patronus up until their thirteenth Dumbledore's Army lesson.
Everybody had been very keen to practice, even though they had a brooding Harry and a Charms professor who could hardly cast the charm herself at their assistance. The Potter boy kept reminding them that producing a Patronus in the middle of a brightly lit classroom when they were not under threat was very different to producing it when confronted by something like a Dementor.
''Oh, don't be such a killjoy,'' Cho Chang chirped, watching her Patronus soar around the Room of Requirement during their last lesson before Easter. ''They're so pretty!''
''They're not supposed to be pretty, they're supposed to protect you,'' Harry reminded her. ''What we really need is a Boggart or something; that's how I learned, I had to conjure a Patronus while the Boggart was pretending to be a Dementor—''
''But that would be really scary!'' Lavender fretted, shooting puffs of silver vapour out of the end of her wand. ''And I still— can't— do it!''
Neville was having trouble, too. His face was screwed up in concentration, but only feeble whisps of silver smoke issued from his wand tip.
''You've got to think of something happy.''
''Yes. How about something to do with your friends?''
''I think I'm doing it!'' Seamus yelled. ''Look— ah— it's gone . . . but it was definitely something hairy!''
Hermione's Patronus, a silver otter, was gamboling around her. ''They are sort of nice, aren't they?'' She said, looking at it fondly.
''They are,'' Evangeline agreed, casting her own silver-white swan. ''Very elegant, too.''
The door to the Room of Requirement opened and then closed again; the brunette looked to see who had entered, but there didn't seem to be anybody there. Next thing she knew, Dobby was tugging at Harry's robes, sporting a stack of hats on top of his head.
''Hi, Dobby! What are you— what's wrong?''
The elf's eyes were wide with terror and he was shaking. The few Patronuses people had managed to conjure faded away into a silver mist, leaving the room much darker than before.
''Harry Potter, sir . . . Harry Potter, sir . . . Dobby has come to warn you . . . but the house-elves have been warned not to tell . . . ''
He ran head-first at the wall. Harry made to seize him, but the house-elf merely bounced off the stone, cushioned by his eight hats. The brunette sighed, remembering Pinky's habits of self-punishment.
