A Stohn HP AU

Chapter 2

Sam grabbed John's arm and shook it roughly. 

"John, stop! You're making it snow!" John blinked a few times to see his class very disgruntled and shivering. Some of them were looking at him, some were avoiding eye contact. All of them had small piles of white in their hair, desk, or robe. Sure enough, John looked up and there was a light snowfall raining from the ceiling. He didn't even notice he had his wand out, pointed up. 

"Sorry," John mumbled, hastily stuffing his wand away by instinct, only to take it out after to undo the charm. 

Everyone else in the class was supposed to be working on Concealment Charms, but John had mastered those ages ago. In class, he would usually practice very advanced charms given to him by Professor Flitwick, while students around him stared enviously. Even then, sometimes he would get bored and doze off, like he did today. 

John looked around to Sam, who had gone back to practicing. His eyes were focused on his textbook in front of him, wand outstretched. He muttered the incantation once, and nothing happened. Sam grunted in frustration and flourished his wand a little, repeating the spell. The textbook bounced twice and turned blue. John laughed. 

"Shut up," Sam grumbled, face pink. "How the hell do you-" Sam stopped before he finished his sentence. 

It was common knowledge that John was uncannily good at spells, charms specifically. Some people would go as far to call him out for being too much like Hermione Granger, but John never really was a huge nerd when it came to memorizing for tests and quizzes. If it wasn't for Sam, he would have probably failed their History O.W.L. Sam tested easily and John could cast spells. They balanced each other out. Both of them learned pretty early on that John would never know how he does all the spells he does. He just can. 

Professor Flitwick had  required the students to use one of their own textbooks to practice on, so if any student managed to conceal their object, they would have to also lift the same spell in order to get it back. John already helped a flustered Bertrand retrieve his textbook after he concealed it and was unable to undo the spell. Flitwick stopped by their table and threatened to take points off unless John was able to explain to Bertrand in order for him to cast the spell himself. Obviously, John couldn't it figure out, despite concealing and retrieving the book multiple times with ease. Professor Flitwick eventually sighed and shook his head before walking away, forgetting all about the points. John went back to casting random spells on different objects in the room in order to ease his boredom. At one point, John casted a patronus. He watched as the glowing form of a lean grey wolf leaped about the classroom, hiding behind desks and under seats. 

At the end of class, Flitwick stopped John before he walked out the door. 

"Mr. Smith, please," he squeaked right before John stepped a foot across the threshold. John stepped away and turned around, waiting for the class to leave and for Flitwick to speak. Sam dwindled slightly on the doorstep before stepping out. John knew he would be waiting outside the door for him. 

"Yes, Professor?" John asked. 

"Sit," he said, gesturing to the normal sized chair (compared to his heightened one) in front of his desk. John sat. Professor Flitwick leaned back, studying John before he spoke again, "Have you entered the Triwizard Tournament, yet?" 

"No, sir," John replied, shaking his head. 

"Would you consider it? You are, by far, the best and most talented students I have had in all of my years of teaching." 

"Thank you sir, but I don't think I will enter." 

"Why not?" 

John was silent. He couldn't think of any reason except for he had no interest in it whatsoever, but he didn't want to disappoint.