"Her wandwork is amazingly graceful … needless to say, magical! She resembled yourself, Mrs. Weasley, in her quick mastery of the Hovering Charm – yet her wandwork, dare I say it, promises to outshine even yours!" Professor Flitwick was nearly in raptures of delight at the parent-teacher conference. "I certainly hope she chooses to continue in Charms; she could even have the makings of an Auror, were she to pursue this subject!"
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"Magic fingers! I swear she's got magic fingers!" Neville Longbottom raved excitedly a Weasley-Potter-and-co. family dinner. "I've never had a student whose touch the Mandrakes preffered to mine! And the mimbulus mimbletonia, while it covers every other student who touches it with green slime, has never once reacted to her touch! I swear, if she doesn't end up doing something related to Herbology, it'll be a criminal waste of her talents."
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Charlie Weasley informed his brother, stopping in at the Ministry, "I've never seen a Hippogriff kneel so fast, or relax so quickly – Buckbeak – er, Witherwing's – even taken to following her around, at times! She's got magic fingers, magic hands, that's what she's got, Ron. Do you know, the unicorns actually come out of the forest to see her? And the Thestrals, even though she can't see them," – "thank Merlin for that," muttered Ron, – "they follow her around, and she pets them and feeds them … it's amazing, it is. Magical."
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"In all my years as Divination teacher, I have yet to see a student so gifted in the area of palmistry," Professor Patil informed them in lofty, mystical tones. "I was surprised, admittedly, due to her parentage," – earning herself a glare from Hermione – "though, of course, the Inner Eye sees all. Her palm reading … well, I might honestly describe it as magical."
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In the dark Slytherin dormitory, Scorpius Malfoy had different cause to think along the same lines as such clever witches and wizards had before him. "Ah … fuck, Rose! I'm going to … shi – AAH!"
Rose Weasley giggled as her boyfriend collapsed, panting. "Tergeo!" she whispered, a faint blush staining her cheeks. "So, how was it?"
Scorpius could only raise his eyebrows dubiously. "Rosie, you just gave me the best hand job of my entire life, and you still feel like you have to ask?"
She blushed harder. "Still! What did you think?"
He sighed, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Suffice it to say, love, your fingers are fucking magical."
A/N: My first-ever fanfic! Just a drabble that popped into my head one night. Please read & review - criticism, constructive and otherwise, is welcome, and will be taken into account before and during the writing of my next fanfic. Thanks! :) ~Eris