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-Charm Class-
Today was Thursday, and I was in the Charms classroom with my friends for another lesson with Professor Flitwick, who was teaching us a spell for the final exams.
We were all standing with the chairs and tables pushed back to the corners of the room.
Professor Flitwick was at the front of the class, on a stool as he explained the spell to us. I, like the others, was in front of a training dummy, paying attention to everything he said, even though I already knew how to cast the spell.
"Now ladies and gentlen, you will wave your wands in one smooth motion, focusing on the wrist, like this" Professor Flitwick said, demonstrating with his own wand the correct movent of the spell he was teaching us.
"But this is just the initial movent, to finish it off you will have to slightly raise your wand before pointing it forward" he continued, with everyone in the classroom imitating him and repeating the wand movent, "Now you say the enchantnt. And rember, it's important to control the strength of the spell, as putting too much power into it can do more damage than necessary"
"Now repeat after ... [Neraectro]!"
And just as Professor Flitwick asked, all the students began to say the incantation, and the room filled with Ravenclaws and Slytherins voices.
"[Neraectro]!" I said, and the training dummy in front of trembled for a mont before it stopped, turning slightly red where I had hit it with the spell.
The [Neraectro] spell was a spell that delivered a slight shock to the target, hitting their nerves and rendering them immobile while shutting off all sensations in the target's body.
In a way, this spell served both as a stunner and as an attack spell, because depending on the power of the spell, the target could suffer a painful wound, felt throughout the body, and in so cases, it could even be fatal.
However, to be fatal the caster would have to put a lot of power behind the spell, and it wasn't as easy as it looked, as the spell was an instantaneous and short blow, not giving much ti to damage the target's nerves.
Looking at the training dummy I noticed that the redness on it only lasted for 7 seconds, which ant that that would have been the ti a real person would have been helpless and immobile.
'Hmm, 7 seconds is a good ti, but I think I could improve this spell' I thought, already imagining the little upgrades I could do to make this spell more practical.
"Dude, I know you're not the most exemplary wizard there is or the most amazing, but seriously, how did you manage to miss the target three tis?!" Terry asked Anthony in exasperation, snapping out of my thoughts and making look at them.
"I don't know" Anthony replied with a frustrated look, "I'm saying the right incantation and wand movents, and even with the crosshairs on the target the damn spell doesn't hit"
And to show he wasn't lying, Anthony twirled his wand and pointed it at the training dummy, "[Neraectro]!"
And just like the other tis, the dummy remained unhard, with the spell managing to hit the supply closet behind it.
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"Dude…" I started to say, "How?"
"I don't know!" Anthony answered .
"To think you ranked above in the final rankings on Charms" Terry comnted, doing nothing to hide his mocking look.
But Anthony wasn't paying attention to him, staring straight ahead with a confused frown.
I was also confused, as I didn't see anything wrong with his movents or incantation.
I kept looking at the training dummy and the locker where the spell hit until I shifted my gaze to Anthony.
"Ugh! What the hell! That stupid spell doesn't work!" I heard soone complain, and looking back I saw Stephen repeatedly waving his wand angrily.
Seeing this I frowned, until I looked back at Anthony. My gaze then dropped to his hand, or more specifically, his wand, and imdiately my face went blank.
"Anthony" I called to him, and he turned to , noticing my gaze.
"What?" he asked confused, and I just pointed at his hand.
Still confused, he held up his hand looking at it blankly.
Terry, who was also looking at Anthony's hand, blinked, before palming his own forehead.
"How did this guy end up in Ravenclaw?" he asked no one in particular.
"Huh?" Anthony looked at us in confusion, until his gaze fell on the wand in his hand, realizing that it wasn't his wand.
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"Oh" he said.
And at that mont, seeing his gaze, I also pald my forehead.
'I think I'm going to have an aneurysm'
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-Hagrid's Hut – Next Day, The Afternoon-
After morning classes I decided that instead of using my free afternoon to train I would use it to relax, and my concept of relax involved visiting Hagrid to help him with his Care of Magical Creatures classes, creating the curriculum he would use for the next school year.
In his hut, I was sitting holding a cup of tea, and next to on the floor was Nyx, who was sleeping at my feet warming herself by the fire in the fireplace.
And Fang, who was also nearby, was looking at Nyx with a look that said he wanted to play with her, and even though he was almost 7 tis Nyx's size, he, like the big coward that he was, was afraid of approach the lazy cat.
But I wasn't paying attention to the two, as my attention was on Hagrid.
I was looking at him with a blank face as I listened to him na all the XXXXX class creatures he wanted to bring in for us to study and care for.
I was sure that if anyone was listening in on this conversation, they would try to report Hagrid to the Aurors for planning mass murder, as so of these creatures were known for… well, known for destroying villages in one night.
"Hagrid" I called the half-giant.
"Yes?" he asked with an excited smile, missing my dry gaze.
"Did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, so of these creatures are dangerous?" I asked.
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"No" he answered simply, thinking back to the mortal creatures with an innocent and happy smile.
"Sigh...I expected this," I said, looking down just in ti to see Fang approach Nyx, only to jump back in fright upon receiving a look that promised pain and scratches from my cat.
'They say dogs are a reflection of their owners...' I thought, looking between Hagrid and Fang, 'Well, I guess that theory doesn't apply when it cos to the wizarding world'
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-Deep in a Forest in Albania-
[POV – Third Person]
Running frantically through the dark and gloomy forest, as if he was running away from sothing, not that he wasn't, was Pettigrew, who had in his mind the only thought of finding his master, who was the only one who could offer protection to him at this mont.
Jumping over rocks, passing under branches, and using the leaves and grass as cover to hide from possible predators or other wizards, the rat-man kept running.
Since escaping from the Ministry of Magic, Pettigrew has not abandoned his rat Animagus form, and has not even rested or stopped running.
He was hungry, thirsty and sleepy, but sothing in his mind told him he should keep running, and that Albania was the right direction.
He knew from rumors he'd heard while he was still the Weasley family's pet rat that so people had claid to have seen signs of their master, You-Know-Who, in this very forest.
And now that he was in the deepest parts of the forest he began to realize that maybe these people were telling the truth, for he could feel the darkness that perated the place, just as he felt his Dark Mark reacting to sothing, or soone.
Continuing with his desperate search, Pettigrew jumped over another rock, but he did not notice the root of a tree that was in front of him and ended up tripping over it, rolling until he hit a tree.
Pettigrew, after a few seconds, got up slowly with a painful squeak, shaking his rat head and looking down at his slightly sore paw.
However, just as he was about to turn around to continue his run he heard sothing that made his blood run cold, with his whole body freezing with fear.
"Well, what do we have here Nagini?" a cold, drawling voice asked, showing an equal amount of contempt and malice, and the only response that voice received was hissing along with a crawling sound.
'Master' Pettigrew thought as he shivered.
End.
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(End AN: I just found out that today is world otter day... Well then congratulations to all the otters in the world I guess.)
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