[a/n]: IT'S SHITTY DRABBLE TIME! YEAH! Srsly, tho. Read it, even though it's thirty-six words over my self-applied word limit. Anyways, anything you recognize, I don't own. Review and Draco's Dark Mark will disappear. –R.
Molly Prewett hated Charms. Completely despised the class. The only reason she really went anymore was Him (though that doesn't change the fact that she's hopelessly failing it). The boy with the messy red hair whose eyes lit up like fireworks whenever his wand showered sparks on the floor. No, it wasn't the magic that excited him. He was a pureblood, just like her, and he'd grown up with magic, so it couldn't be that, now could it? No, it was the multicolored little lights scattering onto the floor, and then disappearing before his very eyes. They lingered in his blueblue eyes, though. The lights were always there, always present. And if you looked at it from a certain angle, Charms was secretly Molly's favorite class, but she would nevernevernever tell you that, now would she?