Prompt: Cornflowers - easily recognisable thanks to their blue colour, the colour of Ravenclaw. Write about a teacher who was in Ravenclaw.
(Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, May Event: 'Go, pick Flowes.

Prompt: He was late. (Hogwarts House Challenges, Quidditch Pitch)

Word Count: 506


Filius' First Days at Hogwarts

"Flitwick, Filius," the Professor spoke.

Probably the tiniest child Hogwarts had ever seen went up to the hat, climbing the stairs with difficulty. Barely two and a half feet in height, he stood by the stool, wondering how to climb onto it. His face grew hot as the students laughed at him.

The old professor took pity on him, and placed the hat on his head. The hat had barely touched his hair, when it shouted out, "RAVENCLAW!"

But there was no applause at all.

As he sat down at the Ravenclaw table, everyone turned their backs to him. People chatted merrily around him—the old students catching up with their friends, the new ones, making friends. But no one said a single word to him.

Sitting there, his heart filled with gloom. He felt lonely, homesick. He didn't have the courage to spend seven long years in this hellhole if everyone was going to be like that. He wanted to go back to his home.

.oOo.

He made his way through the empty corridors, searching for the Charms classroom. He had asked for help, but people only laughed and walked away.

Finally, he reached the door. He was late. The class had already begun.

"Welcome, Mr. Flitwick. It is an honour that you could join us," Professor Milligan said. "Please, have a seat now." The class roared with laughter.

Hiding his face, he went to the seat, and climbed up. But he couldn't see the teacher.

He stacked his books one by one on the desk. Perching on the top, he let out a small smile.

"May I continue?" the professor sneered, as everyone laughed. "Before Mr. Flitwick joined us, I was telling you about the charm we'll learn today. You have to swish and flick your wand like this," she moved her wand as an example, as the students followed.

"Now, after me. Wingardium Leviosa." Everyone repeated after her, Filius' squeaky voice standing out of the rest.

"Okay, now try to levitate the feather placed in front of you."

The room echoed the incantation as everyone tried, and failed.

Filius picked up his wand. "Wingardium Leviosa!" he confidently pronounced, and lo! The feather rose up in the air, gaining and losing heights with his precise wand movements.

Professor Milligan looked at him in shock, and the class—in awe.

"Look here everyone, Mr. Flitwick has done it!" she said. Albeit reluctantly, she added, "Ten points to Ravenclaw!"

The scenario repeated in every class, him getting humiliated for his size, and him succeeding in all spells, lessons, incantations.

The Hogwarts rumor mill worked fast, and soon, all his classmates considered him a wizard, and not some kind of filth. None of the first years laughed at him in the class anymore. His house-mates spoke to him, befriended him, and sought his help when they needed it. He became a model student whom every teacher praised, and every student looked up to.

It is not the physical appearance that matters, he realised. It is the inner talent that makes a wizard.