I've had the greatest idea.
I shall write oneshots based on random head canons I come across.
This will be a collection of these oneshots, and I'm just using them to build up my writing skills.
Some will have actual characters, some will have OC's.
Also, I do not own Harry Potter.
All characters, except my OC's, belong to J.K. Rowling!
Charlie Baker was riding her broomstick, swerving in between her fellow Slytherin Quidditch players. Her short hair, dyed in a variety of neon colors, ruffled, while her robe flapped, like dragon wings. She edged closer and closer towards her prize, her fingers barely brushing against the cold, brass surface...
"Miss Baker?" A stern voice asked, startling Charlie out of her daydream. She looked up from her textbook, which was peppered with tiny doodles around the edges, and stared into the eyes of one of the most feared teachers in Hogwarts; Minerva McGonagall. Professor McGonagall did not look pleased, quite the contrary, in fact. Charlie blushed, her hair turning a dark red.
"I take it you weren't paying attention?" McGonagall asked disdainfully. Charlie, face and hair nearly the same shade, nodded. McGonagall sighed, then repeated the question.
"What is the spell to change creatures into goblets?"
Charlie glanced down at her book, desperately searching for something to jog her memory. Tiny stick-figures frolicked around, but nothing reminded her. She hadn't the foggiest idea. As she was about to admit defeat, the Gryffindor in front of her, a tall boy with curly black hair leaned over to his classmate to his right, and whispered something. They both laughed, glanced back at her, and laughed again. Probably about me being the Mudblood Slytherin, she guessed.
Charlie wasn't upset. No, she was livid. She couldn't hex them, though, not until class was over. She quickly refocused on the task at hand, and blurted out the first spell that came to mind.
"Abracadabra!"
The room had a varied reaction. The muggle-born, as well as a few half-bloods, chuckled. The majority of the class, however, broke into chaos. Students were hiding underneath desks and behind cupboards, shaking with terror. The two Gryffindors looked at Charlie, fear evident on their faces.
"We-we're sorry!" The taller one stuttered.
"Please don't kill us!" His friend seemed just as scared, if not more.
That wasn't the best reaction, though. In all of her years of teaching, Minerva McGonagall had never seen a student with such audacity, such... spunk. She was laughing the hardest, barely able to choke out a sentence.
"Twenty points to Slytherin."
So that was the first one! I don't know when I'll post another, but it'll be soon. (I hope.)Until we meet again,-Ember