For the Romance Awareness Challenge at the Hogwarts school, day one: Write about someone casting a spell (or getting a spell cast) to find their soulmate.
Word Count: 357 by Google Docs
Remus had finally perfected his spell. His roommates had no idea he had even spent time making it, but he needed to know. It was the most important magic he would make, in his opinion, more important than making the Marauders' Map, even.
He, if everything went right, had made a spell to find out who his soulmate was.
He did it while James, Sirius and Peter were sound asleep, because he wanted to avoid questions. The spell was supposed to show only Remus a ray of light which would lead to his soulmate, if he even had one. He didn't know if werewolves had one.
He muttered the incantation, "Amor Vitisque Repertor", closed his eyes, and hoped. When he opened his eyes, he saw a trail of gold seeping from the end of his wand and he almost cheered, before remembering that he was in a room of sleeping people. Grinning, he got up, decided to see where his trail leaded. He wondered if the girl was in his house, or a different house, or maybe not even in Hogwarts.
His line was much shorter than he thought it would be.
And it didn't lead to any girl.
Remus froze.
His spell must've messed up.
It couldn't be.
It didn't make any sense.
He didn't even have to leave the room to follow his trail, because the trail ended at the bed across from his, Sirius' bed.
It was impossible. He messed up somehow.
Remus gave a nervous chuckle and got back into bed, trying to ignore what his spell told him, but the trail was still there, at the end of his wand.
Sirius couldn't be his roommate. For starters, Sirius was a guy. Remus didn't have anything against gay people, but he wasn't gay himself. Sirius definitely wasn't, Remus knew, from the amount of times Sirius locked him out of their dormitory. And besides, they were friends, just friends. Nothing else.
So Remus closed his eyes and tried to forget, assuming that his spell didn't work.
Yes, that's it, he thought, rolling over in his bed. It didn't work. Maybe I'll fix it later...
