Author's Note: I'm excited to get back to writing, but alas my writer's block has been hard to push through. At least it's finally summer! (Okay wow should've posted this a while ago it's just soooo many things got in the way...I wouldn't expect an update for a while so sorry.)
Clarke sighed, lazily doodling an owl that resembled Flame on the parchment. The owl hooted enthusiastically, flying off of the page and around her head. It was early morning, and Clarke was thankful for the time given off during Christmas Break. With Ontari threatening Lexa (her girlfriend? She decided she would address that later), and Pike breathing down her neck, she supposed she could use the time off. Lexa had planned to meet at the Room of Requirement later to practice the patronus spell and how to become an animagus. Lexa had also told her that she preferred the more spiritual way to become and animagus and Clarke trusted her.
Clarke walked briskly down the hallways, her shoes clicking against the stone floor. She made her way to the Room of Requirement, stopping in front of the door that formed instantaneously before her. She took a deep breath before pushing the doors, and found Lexa waiting there for her, her head buried in a book as usual, which caused Clarke to smile with endearment. Lexa turned to her with a soft smile, her wand at the ready.
"I was wondering if we were going to do patronuses or angimagi first?" Lexa asked lightly, and Clarke nodded at the question, an answer already prepared.
"I guess it would be best for us to cover patronuses first," Clarke stated and Lexa nodded enthusiastically. A dummy appeared before them, forming something that resembled a dementor.
"In a real situation, it will be much harder to conjure a patronus, as you know," Clarke started, Lexa smiling at her seriousness.
"Of course," Lexa nodded, and Clarke chuckled under her breath.
"It would probably bring some of your worst memories to the surface, and you need to be prepared to handle them, or try and counter it with one of your happiest memories." Clarke explained, and Lexa grimaced. "I'm not saying you have to get over whatever memory it resurfaces, just manage it. You have to be able to think," Clarke explains, and this time Lexa nods with more enthusiasm. Clarke smiled at how driven Lexa was, it was adorable.
"Why don't you try thinking of one of your happiest memories right now, visualize it." Clarke commands and Lexa nods, her brow furrowed in concentration. "I want you to try to conjure a patronus, and I'm not expecting you to get it on the first try." Clarke continues and Lexa nods again, gripping her wand tightly. "Alright. One, two, three!" Clarke called out, the dummy moving towards Lexa.
"Expecto Patronum!" Lexa tries, and a whisp of blue forms from the tip of her wand.
"Good! I understand that a situation with a dementor will be much more stressful, so I assume you've just got to dig deeper when the time comes. You might need a happier memory, though, because right now it's not as strong as it could be." Clarke says in a professional manner, causing Lexa to smile again.
"I think it would be more useful if we used something more similar to a dementor, Clarke." Lex chuckles, and Clarke nods hesitantly.
"I know there's a boggart in that cabinet over there," Clarke points towards a small dusty cabinet in the corner of the room, "It's been in there since the beginning of the year. But I'm not sure if what you fear the most is a dementor." Clarke shrugs, and Lexa furrows her brow in thought.
"I'm pretty sure it is, we could definitely give it a go. What's the harm?" Lexa shrugs, and Clarke nods along, moving towards the cabinet. She unlocks the door, and the boggart lunges out, taking the form of someone Lexa hasn't seen in a very long time. Her pupils shrink, and her breath comes out in quick, short puffs.
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Expect the Unexpected (Clexa)
FanfictionClarke Griffin lives an ordinary life, with ordinary parents. She never questions her parents, and she's always hopefully optimistic. She's never afraid to get messy and take risks, but there never really is any risk. Nothing out of the ordinary has...