Gales of laughter echoed around the demonstration floor as people heartily enjoyed the display. A variety of fruit were dancing with one another to music. They twirled and spun around the floor in a very identifiable dance.
"Wonderful!" the ICW Charms Master laughed, clapping her hands with glee. "Such a lovely display! Animation charm combined with a dancing charm and a weightless charm for more grace, a charm for a record to play without a record player, and even some dancing lights to make things even more bright. A splendid combination that was thoughtfully applied."
Harry beamed. "Thank you, Ma'am!"
"What dance are they doing? The music is very familiar but I cannot quite place it," she asked.
"A salsa," Harry said.
She laughed even louder. "Oh my, what a lovely joke too!"
"I can't take credit for it," Harry said. He nodded to the audience.
"Of course you have a hand in it, it has your flair for the dramatic," the instructor grinned at the person Harry nodded to.
Drake looked incredibly pleased and smug. "Harry is a very excellent wizard and I adore him for many reasons with this being not the least of them."
Harry twirled his wand and incanted softly. The record floating in mid air stopped and a second one appeared and began to play. The music that came out was even more bombastic and spritely and the dancing fruit assembled in a line and began to dance together in a different way, bouncing and bobbing to the new beat. A roar of approval came from magicals dressed in Beauxbatons robes and colors and Nicolas and Perenelle cheered, clapping in time to the music.
"The cancan?" the instructor smiled, deeply amused.
"Something else that fruit can do," Harry said with utter sincerity.
"That joke I did not come up with," Drake snorted, also deeply amused.
"You are a delight," the instructor said with an even broader smile. "I see Professor Flitwick continues to be an excellent instructor."
"He's the best," Harry said stoutly. "I've learned so much from him."
"Clearly. Excellent work, Mister Potter," the instructor said, clapping along to the music.
"I love that boy," Perenelle smiled, laughing at the wiggling fruit.
"He is an excellent student and a fine young man," Flitwick said proudly.
"He does seem to be acquiring a flair for irreverence," Andromeda smiled warmly. "A credit to his company."
"Good," Drake snorted. "Britons are typically unfunny fellows as it is. A spot of brightness is something to be encouraged and nurtured."
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"Yes Filius?" Dumbledore looked up from his desk in the train. "Is something the matter?"
"Yes and no," Flitwick said, closing the door behind him. "I wanted to inform you that someone tried to tamper with one of the train cars. I was informed by Gates and his team."
"What happened?" Dumbledore said, standing up and looking alarmed.
"Oh nothing that wasn't actually prevented by the protections," Flitwick said soothingly. "They think that the perpetrators were trying to open a window and slip something in. But the protections stopped them and held them in place for Gates and his team to apprehend."
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A Taste of Magic
FanfictionMagic is easy to see, to feel, to hear, to touch. The magic on the plate and the palate, however, is one that Magicals and Muggles alike can appreciate. Harry Potter will go on a journey to find the taste that he is looking for, and the magic that...
