Lily Potter and Neoma's Trance

Chapter Thirty

Lily went through the portrait hole, leading her friends out who were now under the Invisibility Cloak. She didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention, namely Malfoy’s.

“I’m going to go to the library,” she whispered to them, not wanting to be heard by anyone. “I’ll see you in a few hours with the translation. Got it?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Hugo scoffed. “I still can’t believe you aren’t coming.”

Lily turned around and rolled her eyes, so they could see her annoyance although she couldn’t see them, “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Rudolph laughed, “Please, you act like that’s a possibility.”

“We all know it is,” Eli commented with a laugh.

“I’ll see you three geniuses later,” Lily said before running off to the library where she met Madam Pince by her desk.

“Ah, Lily!” Madam Pince said, an unpleasant smile coming onto her face. “You’re here just in time for cleaning. Thank you for volunteering. I don’t have time to deal with this by myself.”

“No problem,” Lily muttered. “What exactly will I be cleaning up?”

“The bookshelf in the back; it’s near where you’ve been studying the past couple of weeks. Last night, there was this loud crash, and I go back to check on it, and it’s as if everything exploded.”

“Can’t imagine how something like that would happen,” Lily said, hoping she hadn’t made herself look guilty.

“Probably young students dueling,” she groaned.

Well, Lily thought, she hit the nail right on the head. Lily said nothing this time and just nodded along with Madam Pince’s suspicions. Without another word between her and the librarian, Lily walked back and saw that everything was like how she had left it last night. The tall bookshelf was on the ground, and its books were strewn all over the place.

“This is going to take forever,” she groaned to herself. “How the heck am I supposed to get this giant bookshelf up?”

“I’d recommend the Levitation Charm,” an English voice piped up.

Lily turned to see a girl with bouncing, curly, light brown hair approaching her. No matter how hard Lily tried to place the girl, she just couldn’t.

“You really think one eleven year old wizard could levitate that?” Lily asked, still taking in the sheer size of the bookshelf. “Something tells me that this will be harder to levitate than a feather in Flitwick’s class.”

“I’d be willing to help,” the girl shrugged, walking over to Lily. “You do have your wand on you, right?”

“Of course,” Lily answered, grabbing it from her pocket. “You have yours?”

“A silly question really,” the girl sighed, pulling hers from her sock. “Are you ready?”

“On three,” Lily said, gripping her wand and staring at the shelf on the floor. “One, two, three.”

“Wingardium Leviosa,” the two girls said simultaneously. And somehow, they managed to levitate the shelf off of the ground and then used their wands to motion it into an upright position.

Lily was breathing heavily by the time they had it back in place; as simple as the charm was, it took a lot of energy to move something that large.

“Nice work,” Lily breathed.

“Same to you,” the girl said, sitting down on the ground.