Orange symbolises endurance, strength and/or perseverance.
"Wand a little higher, Miss Tonks!" Professor Flitwick called from across the classroom.
Tonks attempted the spell again with her arm raised a little higher. Still, nothing happened. She turned round to ask him what else she needed to do differently, but he was a little preoccupied trying to control the chaos which was caused by the other students' various objects zooming haphazardly across the room and was looking in completely the opposite direction.
Tonks sighed. She couldn't even perform a simple levitation charm. Even some of the idiot Slytherins were starting to get it now, but Tonks hadn't even managed to move her feather yet. She didn't understand why not - despite her clumsiness, she was generally quite adept at spellwork. But for some reason, this charm seemed beyond her.
Tonks threw down her wand and slumped back in her chair in frustration. "I just can't do it!" she exclaimed angrily.
Charlie was sitting beside her. "Come on, Tonks," he said reasonably. "You just need to keep practising. I couldn't do it straight away, either."
"But you could after about three attempts," she pointed out. "I've tried about fifty times and I still can't!"
Charlie put down his wand and looked at her seriously. "Of course you can. You're going to be a brilliant Auror one day. And there will always be those few spells that it just feels like you can't do. But you persevere, and you get there, because it will be worth it in the end."
The truth of Charlie's words sank in. Tonks picked her wand back up; her face hardened with determination and her hair turned a brilliant shade of orange. She was not going to leave the classroom until that feather left the desk.
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed the last chapter! I've been really bad recently and haven't got round to replying to some of them individually, but I still appreciate them immensely. :)