Disclaimer: not mine, J,K Rowling's and the publisher of Harry Potter.
Word Count: 387
Hopscotch: Charms (class)
I'm too tired for this
i.
"Good morning class!" chirped Professor Flitwitck from over the pile of book in which he stood, "After I pass the list, we'll be learning the charms in your textbooks. Obviously, easiest first,"
Seamus sat besides his roommate, Harry Potter, whom Seamus had grown to like over the past months. Big, fluffy white feather lied in their desks, waiting for their use.
After passing the list, Professor Flitwitck grabbed his wand and started teaching the first and easiest charms to learn.
"Try it yourselves! Wingardium Leviosa!" he said as he levitated books from around him.
The Irish boy looked at his feather and then at his wand, shrugged and muttered the incantation, only for it to backfire quite literally. His feather burst into flame and burned until it was no more. Seamus's face was now covered in ashes, his eyes widened in shock as many of the class laughed, others looked concerned and many others could have cared less.
Seamus shrugged, "Could 'ave been worse,"
ii.
Four years, many fires, and abundant accidents later, Seamus once again found himself in the Charms class, one of the only things he seemed to look out for. He often burst things into flames, mostly accidentally, but it was bloody hilarious once everyone calmed down from the daily commotion.
"Today, we'll be learning the water spell, very helpful in fires," Flitwitck chirped as everyone looked at Seamus, who groaned at the mere idea of this one lesson. Well, at least he could set things on fire.
"The incantation for the spell is Aguamenti, very easy. Now, practice it and try to perform the spell. Do so in the buckets I generously transfigured for you,"
Seamus let a breath go and looked at his red and gold bucket. He smiled knowingly; his house colours always got the best of him.
"I can't set things on fire with water," he muttered as he pointed his wand at the bucket and casted the spell, only for the bucket to burst into flames.
Seamus let out a cry of frustration. What had he done to deserve such a thing?
Professor Flitwitck came over to him and gave him another bucket. "Mister Seamus, you've shown signs of potential. Don't you go waste those," he said, his voice normal but the undertone slightly threatening. The boy sighed, "I'll try,"