A Spark of Magic - Year One (Magical Hybrid)

Wingardium Leviosa

The next day saw Ember carrying a trunk out to the courtyard with Oliver Wood. "Quidditch is easy enough to understand", he said, setting the trunk down "Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker. That's you", he points at the ginger and opened up the trunk "There are three kinds of balls", Oliver picked up a red leather ball which was about the size of a football "This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops" he pointed to the hoops in the Quidditch pitch in the distance and Ember followed his gaze "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?" he asked, seeing that she didn't appear to be listening.

"Yeah", Ember said, somewhat distracted and for good reason. She was still thinking about how she managed to move through a solid wooden door, twice. She'd actually left Hermione in the library, pouring over books as she tried to find answers. "There's 7 players in a team. To score, you throw the Quaffle through the hoops which is the Chaser's job. A Keeper has to defend the hoops against the opposition. There's also the Beaters and a Seeker. You've yet to explain those or the other types of balls", the hybrid rattled off, glancing at him "did I miss anything?"

"No, that was right", Oliver replied, a bit surprised.

"I have a good memory", Ember offered "So what are those?" she questioned, looking down at the trunk where 2 balls where chained down.

"You better take this", Oliver said handing her a small bat. He then bent down and released one ball. With an angry growl, it flies off into the air. The pair of them watched it soar higher and higher "Careful now, it's comin' back" the Gryffindor warned as the ball seems to change course. It came whizzing down and Ember whacked it as hard as she could with the bat. The ball flew off through the crossed swords of the statue. "Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair Beater", Oliver remarked, impressed. His eyes widened as the ball plummeted down towards them again. He grabs it, wriggling to get it back in the box. He succeeds and is out of breath.

"What is that?" Ember asked, wary of the flying baseball.

"Bludger", Oliver explained "Nasty little buggers. But you are the seeker, and the only thing I want you to worry about is this..." he opened up to little doors in the lid of the trunk and took out a walnut sized golden ball "the Golden Snitch".

"I like this ball", Ember commented as it lay in her palm.

"Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see", he told her.

"What do I do with it?" the hybrid asked.

"You catch it... before the other team's Seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Potter, and we win", Oliver answered. The ball flutters out two delicate wings and jumps into the air from her palm. Ember watched the snitch flitter about, getting higher and higher. She backed up several steps. "You're not going to catch it like that, it's too high", the Keeper told her.

"Watch me", Ember said before she took off. The older boy's mouth dropped open in awe as she used the open lid of the trunk as a spring board to propel herself upward, successfully grabbing the snitch.

"H-how did you..." Oliver stuttered, somewhat speechless as she landed lightly onto the ground without a single stumble.

"I don't know", Ember admitted. She'd always been good at running probably because she was often running away from Dudley and his gang at school. They never caught her. As for the jumping, she once was able to clear the school fence doing something similar to what she just did though with bins instead. Ember didn't really see it as something impressive, despite the look on Oliver's face.

"Well, I suppose I should be glad you can do that", Oliver stated "bring those skills to the matches and we'll definitely win the cup!"

"Then I'll make sure to bring them", the ginger promised, depositing the snitch into his hand.

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September slowly turned into October. Hermione still had no clue how Ember was able to 'phase' through stuff which thoroughly annoyed her. She didn't like having a puzzle she couldn't solve. Not that her friend was a puzzle but she was definitely an enigma. The hybrid on the other hand, was practicing with this new ability of hers. She didn't have complete control over it yet but she was positive that would happen eventually.

The lessons were getting far more interesting as they'd mastered the basics. In Charms class they'd moved on to levitation spells. Professor Flitwick had paired the students off with a feather each. Much to Hermione's dismay she had been paired with Ron. Ember probably wasn't much better off since her parter was Seamus. Felix, being the smart animal that he is, had bolted from the classroom the moment she sat down.

"Wingardium Leviosar!" Ron said loudly, waving his wand several times. Hermione pushed his wand down, stopping him.

"Stop, stop, stop. You're going to take someone's eye out. Besides, you're saying it wrong. It's Levi-o-sa, not Leviosar", she corrected.

"You do it then if you're so clever. Go on, go on", the boy demanded. Hermione straightens up and swishes her wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa", she said, pronouncing the words perfectly. The feather glows and lifts up.

"Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!" Flitwick said, delighted. Ron grumbled, putting his head on his books dejectedly. Seamus begins swishing at his feather.

"Wingard Levosa", he chanted "Wingard Levosa!"

"Uh Seamus...I wouldn't..." Ember started.

"Wingard Levosa!" the feather exploded!

"Say it like that", she finished with a cough.

"Oops", Seamus mumbled and the hybrid smacked him upside the head.

"Idiot", she muttered.