"That's him? That scrawny little kid over there? It can't be. Are you sure he's even in our year? He looks like a first year!"

"Yes. That's him. I'm sure." he replied, exasperated.

"How come I've never heard of him before, though?" Sarah asked, never taking her eyes off of the small redhead, "You said he was Ashley's brother right?"

"Yeah, she hates him though. I don't know why, said something about a curse? I don't know. But yeah, he's the best in the school. He's your best bet." he assured her. He hoped this would be enough to repay her.

Sarah hummed and dismissed the boy with a wave of her hand, put on her warmest smile walked forwards and shouted "Rookwood!"

The effect was instantaneous. The Ravenclaw whirled, tripped, wobbled a bit, before flinging himself backwards away from her and collapsing on the ground. His books had flown out his bag and scattered all over the corridor, his quills and parchment had cascaded out into the floor. Ink bottles had exploded and were splattered against the walls and floor of the corridor. It was spectacular.