A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters you recognize. Terra is my creation.
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Their next class was charms, in which Terra didn't do much better. They were supposed to be learning the levitation charm.
"Look, Terra! Look, my feather! It's hovering!" Othello exclaimed happily. Terra smiled waving her wand and watching as once again sparks shot from her wand and set the feather on fire. A few of the sparks flew and nearly set Noki and Pice's feather on fire also. She earned more homework of extra practice. Thankfully Professor Flitwick realized she hadn't meant to do anything wrong and didn't give her detention.
"I do not think I am magical after all, unless setting things on fire is magic," she whispered as they left the classroom.
"Of course you are, otherwise, how'd you get accepted here?" Terra shrugged. Her eyes stung and she brushed her fingertips against them. It did not ease the feeling much.
"We've got lunch next, at least you can't set that on fire." Terra blinked. He was right, lunch was next.
"I could set something on fire. It would only be a matter of me waving my wand at it," Terra stated.
"Good job in class, Othello," Noki stated sliding into a seat across from Othello and Terra.
"Um, thank you, Noki."
"Do you think you could help me later? I couldn't get mine to do anything!"
"Um, sure, I can help you and Terra."
"Really? Her? You want to help her? All she'll do is light you on fire. You need a study partner that isn't a complete wreck." Noki glared at Terra, who was pretending to study a roll. She looked over at Noki.
"I am sorry, I did not mean to set your feather on fire," Terra stated.
"Just like you didn't mean to set the toothpick on fire too? You're weird, you don't even have an pictures of your family or anything, and you talk strange." Terra stared before she rose, dropped the roll on the table and nearly ran from the room.
"Now look what you did," Othello nearly yelled getting up and going to follow Terra.
"Weirdos," Noki muttered turning back to her lunch, not even noticing Professor Snape watching her from the head table.
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Terra stood in front of the mirror. Her eyes stung, her chest hurt. Why could words make her feel like this, how could words hurt?
"Terra? Are you in there? It's Othello!" She pulled her gaze from the mirror and glanced around the room. Her eyes fell on the toilets and she stared at them in confusion for a moment. She shook her head and opened the door revealing Othello's worried face.
"Are you alright?"
"I am...confused, but fine," she answered. "Is it time for potions? I am sorry for running away. I do not understand why her words had that affect."
"Because they were mean, because she wanted to hurt you with them." Terra nodded slowly. Words could hurt if you wanted them to, she needed to remember this for later.
"Ready to go?" she asked after a moment. "It would make no sense to miss class because of Noki's words. Maybe I will be good at potions?" Othello laughed.
"If not, there's still plenty of things to set on fire," he joked causing Terra to smile slightly since she could tell he didn't mean harm. Befriending Othello so far had been the easiest part of her mission. She wondered if the rest would be this easy.
