Year 5
"Like this?"
Camille Carrow lifted her wand eye level, squinting her left eye while keeping the right one focused sharply on the cloaked mannequin.
"Raise your elbow just a bit"
Her stomach lurched forward as he placed a soft hand under her elbow, lifting it. She was hyper aware of his chest leaning ever so slightly against her back.
"Expecto Patronum"
A silver tendril curled out of the end of her wand. She squealed with delight as it dulled.
"I did it! I held it for more than ten seconds!"
She wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling him into a hug. It wasn't until his chest rumbled with laughter that she realized what she had done.
"Sorry," she pulled away quickly, face warming to a rosy splendor.
"You did great! Most of these fifth years can't even say the spell right, let alone produce a cast of silver."
He didn't move from standing next to her. She could reach out and take his hand if she were brave enough.
"Thanks Fred."
He looked down too, running a quick hand through his red mess of hair.
"You're welcome. Stick your tongue out just a little more. It may do the trick. "He teased. She pulled back a hand to smack his shoulder, but he caught her hand mid air, wrapping his fingers through hers.
"Alright everyone, listen up." Harry Potter called across the large room. They both jumped at the sound of his voice, hands falling to their sides. All of the students gathered closer to the brown haired leader. The youngest Weasley brother to his left and Hermione Granger to his right. The Room for Requirement was filled with students, mostly in red and black uniforms. A small group of Ravenclaw students stood close to the archways and Hufflepuff, mostly girls, stood in pairs around the architecturally rich room. It always amazed her how the magic of the room provided them with exactly what they needed. Brooms, mannequins, combat squares, floor pads, and large soundproof boards helped them practice spells and charms to protect them in circumstances that they would need to use them against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named followers. Harry Potter was the only who she knew who wasn't terrified to call the dark lord by his name, Voldemort.
A light breeze wafted through the large golden curtains, and the crystals of the chandelier made diamonds dance across the walls. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was a masterpiece within itself, but the Room for Requirement was Camille's favorite place. She stole a glance at the tall boy beside her, his eyes were already on her. Quickly, she darted hers away, chewing on her bottom lip and praying she wasn't turning an even more cherry shade of red. Luna Lovegood raised her hand to wave at Camille.
Hermione, who was over recruitment for Dumbledore's Army detested Slytherins. Luna was the one who invited her to join. She and Luna were friends, but that friendship only existed in Professor Flitwick's class. They didn't hang out in the dorms or study in the library together, and yet, Luna knew more about her than most of her Slytherin friends. Camille raised her hand to wave back.
Most of the students in Dumbledore's Army, or D.A. as they have named themselves to keep their secrecy, ignored her. It took weeks and a lot of persuasion by Luna for the other members to allow her to come to meetings. They accused her of being a spy for Malfoy and his creedence of goons whom were also fifth year Slytherins. Regrettably, Camille used to call them her friends until everything changed at the end of year four.
She was friendly with her fellow housemates, but like Luna, they never formally hung out anymore. The ice colored boy kept to himself most days, even his pair of comrades seemed to be by his side less and less. Come to think of it, she mostly saw Pansy Parkinson clinging to his every word.
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