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AUBERY FELT stupid. Halloween day was today, and she was learning Charms. The first Halloween as an 11-year-old and she couldn't go trick-or-treating. She shrugged it off, listening to the lecture that Flitwick was issuing.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?" Professor Flitwick asks, as Hermione raises hers. "Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practicing, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone."
"The swish and flick." The class repeats.
"Good. And enunciate. Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then." Flitwick says, opting everyone to whip out their wands and try.
"So, how was your study session with Arwin?" Aubery asks Eliza, who blushed slightly.
"Good. That's all." Eliza smiles.
"Oh, well done! See here, everyone! Ms. Granger's done it! Oh, splendid!" Flitwick smiles. "Well done, dear."
Hermione smiles softly to herself, as Ron puts his head on his book. An almighty explosion flashes. Flitwick gasps, as Ron and Hermione turn to the source of the explosion.
"Whooaaa! Ooh."
Seamus is charred again with his feather, now smoldering to ashes.
"I think we're going to need another feather over here, Professor." Harry comments.
"Someone take Mr. Finnigan to the Hospital Wing please." Flitwick says.
"Aubery can!" Dean says, pushing Aubery slightly. Aubery glares at him.
"Alright, Ms. Lupin, please demostrate the Charm please." Flitwick sighs.
"Windgardium Leviosa!" Aubery chants, and the feather lifts up.
"Alright, come on Ms. Lupin." Flitwick beckons, and Aubery stands up and pulls a blushing Seamus out of the room, not noticing Dean's wink at him, mouthing "Go get her!"
"Seriously Seamus! This is like, what? The 5th time? This entire month, and September! Are you a pyromanic?" Aubery shakes her head, wiping some black dust from his face.
Seamus blushed. "Yeah, you could say I'm a bit of a pyromanic, but I don't want everything I try to do blow up!"
"Then try not to. You can do it." Aubery smiles.
"You're really pretty when you smile." Seamus blurts out.
"What?" Aubery lets go Seamus' hand.
"In a friendly way!" Seamus says, an octave higher.
"Cute." Aubery smirks, grabbing his hand again. "Come on, let's get you to the infirmary, hotshot."
"O-Okay." Seamus smiles, as Aubery leads him into the Infirmary.
