Changing from within

Chapter Six

Changing from Within

Chapter Six

Charms

AN - Okay, I might not make the Wednesday Saturday deadlines, but I promise to do my best to get you two uploads a week.

It doesn't take long for the bell to go, when it does, I pack away my things, jump off the desk I had been sitting on and head out the door in time to see Tracy walking out of the classroom, Daphne already half way down the hall.

"Does she not know how to socialize?" I ask as I jump into step with Tracy, smirking as she jumps slightly.

"Obviously not." Millicent answers from behind us, "but forgetting her, I lost my timetable, what do we have next?" I laugh, shaking my head at Millicent but readily provide her the answer. Noticing, as I turn to look at her, that the boys are walking behind, watching us warily.

"Charms, with Professor Flitwick." Pansy scowls from next to Millicent, "Charms sounds so boring," she whines, shoulders slumping as we make our way up the stairs.

"Not as boring as History sounds," I quickly point out, "why we have to be taught by a ghost, I'll never know."

"Here," I blink in surprise by being addressed by Malfoy, but obligingly turn my head so as to see him better as we head down the next hallway, at the end, I can already see Daphne waiting outside. "If you lost your parents, and were brought up by a squib, how do you know so much?"

"What do you mean?" I frown, turning to walk backwards so as to gauge his reaction as my heart hammers, he's too young to do legilamency, right?

"How do you know we are taught by a ghost?" I raise my eyebrow, calming at the simple question.

"Hannah and Megan had it first this morning," I answer, crossing my fingers behind my back, "We were discussing what we had had so far at lunch."

"You shouldn't be consorting with the likes of them." Malfoy informs me as we come to a stop behind the ever silent presence of Daphne Greengrass.

"The likes of who?" I immediately ask, "My siblings?"

"They are consorting with Mudbloods and the like, we Slytherins are better than that." He informs me pompously.

"What did I say yesterday, and this morning about that stupid ass word?" I whine, crossing my arms and glaring at the git. "I'm not going to stop talking with my siblings. No matter who they are friends with." I add with finality.

The door opens, completing the finality of my statement nicely as we all file in. I pick a seat at the front of the stands, Hermione on one side, Steph on the other, the boys take seats at the top and Parvati and Lavender choose half way up.

Professor Flitwick, the smallest teacher, perched on top of his well-placed books and begins the register. As soon as he finishes, he goes straight into the lesson.

"Charms is a skill requiring precise magic in both wand movement and in speech. In order to succeed, one must practice practice practice!" The tiny man tells us.

I roll my eyes and lean back. Turning my head, I see Draco and Zabini murmuring to each other. I turn to Daphne, at the edge of the front bench she is paying avid attention, rolling my eyes again, I sigh, I despise lectures. Instead of paying attention, I start fiddling, taking my wand out my pocket and twiddling it about. Daphne must have caught the movement as she glances up and glares at me but I ignore her, turning instead to the paper pushed in front of me.