Author's Notes: I'd like to thank all readers for the support and response this story has received. I apologise for the lack of notes in previous chapters. I haven't had much time lately. I've been concentrating on getting the chapters published. Ironically, I have my English GCSE on Monday and I have plenty more exams after. My next update of this story will be after the weekend as I have to focus on revision, not to mention coursework and the likes of. I'll try to add chapters to this story as regularly as possible, thanks.
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"Why won't it work?" Alfred growled frustratedly as he waved his wand around in random directions.
"You're not doing it right." I frowned. The American's wrist movements were too harsh and controlled. "You need to stop using so much strength!"
Alfred glared at the small feather in front of him. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes.
"Make sure that your movements flow," I instructed. "Be gentle!"
I had performed the charm earlier - with a considerable amount of ease - a few other pupils had managed to pull off the spell too. Wingardium Leviosa wasn't deemed as tricky; it was the norm to teach it to young wizards.
A Spaniard suddenly cheered with glee as his feather rose. A large smile graced his tanned features. He smiled happily to the boy next to him.
"Look, Lovino!" He chirped. "I've done it!"
"Coming from a fucking Ravenclaw, that isn't suprising!" The boy snapped. He slammed his wand onto his desk and frowned, ruffling his yellow-trimmed robes.
"See." Alfred groaned. "I'm not the only one who can't do it."
"Just try harder!" I scowled.
Flitwick, sensing the tension between his agrrivated students, brought his hands together.
"Well, now," he chuffed. "Many of you have now performed Wingardium Leviosa, yes?"
I nodded curtly, along with a few Ravenclaws, the odd Hufflepuff and one of the three Slytherin boys from ealier.
The short man ran over a few more demonstrations of the charm for those who couldn't master it. Alfred watched his motions with a trained eye.
"I can do this," he murmured to himself, raising his wand and my throat tightened. Things couldn't turn out well...
The boy swished his wand through the air a few times before flicking it.
"Swish and flick," he mumbled. "Swish and flick, swish and flick, swish and flick, swish and flick!" He repeated the words over and over again, almost chanting.
I twitched. His wand tapped my nose on a few of his flicks.
"Watch it!" I hissed. "You'll end up levitating me!"
"Sorry," he mused, before swishing and tapping me on the nose for the sixth time. I let out a strangled scream and my body shot up, out of my chair.
"Alfred!" I shrieked as the spell wore off. Of course, Alfred couldn't even manage to levitate a feather! I, as an almost-teenage boy, rose into the air by a few feet or two and fell, hard and inbetween my chair and my desk. I grumbled in pain.
"Mr. Jones!" Flitwick yelled. He waddled over to our desks. My ribcage throbbed, the ache was dull but prominent. "How, pray tell, did you pull off that feat?"
All of the Slytherins in the classroom snickered amongst themselves. My face flushed with embarrassment. I shakily pushed myself up to my feet.
Needless to say, we left the lesson with Flitwick convinced of Alfred's apparent skill. That and my bruised chest, of course.
I will spell-check this chapter when I can. I will compensate for the length when I can, thank you.