If Rose Weasley was being honest with herself, she was getting stressed. If she was lying to herself, she was doing perfectly well and was merely taking her time; she didn't have to prove anything. Well, that was what she told herself to stop her from crying with frustration. It was her first lesson of Charms with Professor Flitwick; she had everything to prove. This was the moment when Hermione, her mother, had proven that she was fully capable of magic and better than most despite her blood status. This was also the moment that Ron, her father, had proven that he wasn't as good as Hermione.

If Rose wanted to take after anyone about now, it would definitely be her mother.

"Wingardium Leviosa." Rose said confidently, a façade for sure, and waved her wand in the correct motion. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Well that was always good. "Wingardium Leviosa!" She exclaimed a bit louder, praying that she just was a bit too quiet. Zero movement from the blasted feather on her table.

If Rose Weasley was being honest with herself, she was angry. She was daughter to the brightest witch of her generation and child of two parts of the Golden Trio; she should be able to perform a levitation charm. Should being the operative word.

A note was shoved in front of her and she ignored it completely, deciding that Scorpius Malfoy was not worth her time – especially if the stories of past Malfoy's told by her father were anything to go by. Of course these stories were always told when Hermione or Harry weren't around. "Wingardium Leviosa." Nothing again. Rose growled, her hands gripping her hair tightly as she tried to reign in her anger. Malfoy took the note back and she assumed he'd given up but it appeared before her only seconds later and she grumbled with annoyance but ignored it.

Scorpius Malfoy was smug. Whole-heartedly smug and not embarrassed by it at all. In Herbology this morning, he'd laughed and not shown any care about the small Hufflepuff boy who had fainted at the sight of some of the plants in the greenhouses and he'd laughed even harder when a pot of soil tipped over, knocking the earth onto his unconscious face. He'd stood by and hadn't helped him get up afterwards.

In their next lesson, Divination, he had laughed horribly when Albus Potter made a fool of himself, tripping over his bag and falling into Rose who then promptly spilt her tea in his hair with shock. His tea leaves had told him that he was going to fall.

In Transfiguration after lunch, Scorpius had laughed and taken the mick out of some poor Ravenclaw girls who were late since they had gotten lost within the castle's corridors. Their Professor hadn't been impressed at both him and the Ravenclaws and the rest of the lesson was tense as their strict Professor was immediately angry and snappy.

Now in Charms, Smugius Malfoy – Rose snorted at her play with words – was turning his attention to her. She could just imagine the side creasing laugh that he'd be having, silent due to how hard he was enjoying her failure. A glance at the note made her rethink what she had initially believed.

I can help you if you'd like.

Well of course he could help her, he'd managed to levitate the stupid feather within minutes of being told what to do and how to do it.

You're flicking your wrist too much.

Well she didn't believe that for a second. She was only copying Professor Flitwick's movements and he hadn't been failing. Maybe she should reply, demanding why he was butting in. Yes, that was what she was going to do and so she grabbed her quill to write out an angry response. But she didn't know what to say and if she should say it.

She'd heard from Aunt Ginny that on their first day at Hogwarts, Harry had declined a friend request with Draco Malfoy – Scorpius' dad – and the pair had a rivalry throughout their whole time at the school. Did she want that?

"Are you going to reply any time today?" A voice whispered to her side and she jumped, remembering that she was meant to be writing a response back to the Slytherin boy beside her. "Because I believe we have ten minutes of practice alone before Flitwick over there is going to put us all on the spot and it'll be less humiliating if you let me help you." She snorted but turned herself to face him and motioned for him to take the lead.

He gripped his wand, pointing at the feather and cast the spell to slowly lift the feather off the table. Before she could even congratulate him or mutter something rude, he had turned and grabbed her arm to show her the movement herself. His movement was definitely different to how she'd been doing it. "Try it now." He said and smiled gently at her, showing off a dimple on his right cheek.

Taking a deep breath, Rose calmly tried the spell again and laughed in delight when the feather started to rise slowly. It worked! She'd done it! With a little help from Smugius, who wasn't being smug at all. One glance at his face revealed a smug looking smirk and she rolled her eyes. So he was being a little bit smug.

Maybe Smugius – Scorpius – Malfoy wasn't so bad.

Word count: 912

Written for Charms Class in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) Write about someone in their first Charms lesson.

Extras:

(emotion) anger

(speech) "Are you going to reply anytime today?"

(word) quill