Megan Potter Book 1 *Editing*

Chapter 15. Torture by Tickle

15. Torture by Tickle

Megan POV

I was so busy that the time seemed to fly by. A few days passed then a week the next thing I knew my detentions were over and it was Halloween.

I woke up bright and early Halloween morning and headed down to breakfast following the smell of baking pumpkin. When I entered the Great Hall it was empty, I was the only person awake in the whole castle. I ate quickly and left to go to charms before anyone else was even up.

I entered the classroom and sat in my usual seat near the back of the room. I sat silently until everyone else began to arrive about an hour later.

Hermione sat down beside me and sent me an odd look.

"What?" I hissed.

"Your hair is bright yellow."

I groaned and quickly fixed it. Even though it had been such a long time since I found out I was a Metamorphmagus I still couldn't always control it.

I hoped no one had seen my yellow hair because I wanted to keep my abilities a secret.

Snapping out of my thoughts I realized I had been paired off with Neville.

In charms we were learning how to levitate objects, something everyone was excited about.

A feather had just been placed in front of me and Neville. I could hear Professor Flitwick begin to tell everyone something.

Ignoring him I focused on the feather. I raised my wand and pointed it at the feather. Carefully I performed the wand movement, swish and flick, and whispered the spell.

"Wingardium Leviosa."

The feather floated up into the air.

"Well done, Mrs Potter. But, next time please pay attention to what I am telling the class." said Flitwick with a glint in his eye.

I sat and watched as the lesson progressed. Nobody else had managed to make their feather fly.

I turned my gaze to Neville as he stabbed viciously at his feather with his wand.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" he roared.

The feather shot off the table straight at me and began to swipe at my neck and face. If it had been anything else it would have been rather painful, but since it was a feather it tickled.

I laughed as I waved my arms wildly trying to get rid of it.

"No! Someone make it stop!" I giggled.

I was laughing so hard I fell off my chair with a thud. I roared with laughter as I thrashed around on the floor.

"Finite Incantartem." squeaked Flitwick and the torture stopped.

The feather floated gently to the ground beside me as I sat up.

"Thanks Professor!" I said happily as I got up and sat on my chair.

The whole room had fallen silent during my outburst and were now staring at me.

I began humming to break the awkward silence and slowly everyone returned to attempting to levitate their feathers.

"I'm so sorry," gasped Neville in horror.

"Don't worry, it wasn't that bad."

He nodded and turned back to the feather but was to terrified to try and levitate it again this lesson.

I looked to my side where Hermione was sitting. She had been partnered with Ron.

I was about to talk to her when she snapped at Ron.