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Chapter 29
Flitwick wants Height
Filius Flitwick was the perfect child. In his first year at Hogwarts, he was sorted into Ravenclaw. By second year, teachers and students recognized Filius as a gifted wizard. He aced all his tests. He was able to brew up the perfect calming drought without looking at any instructions. He barely went to Hogsmeade at all during his third year, because he was too busy with advanced courses such as Arithmancy and Divintation. He was admired and looked up to by fellow Ravenclaws, and all of the other students. Well, at least most of the other students.
The Slytherins, particularly in his year, always picked on Filius. His genius wasn't the only thing that made him an easy target. They would make fun of his lack of height.
"Whoops, almost stepped on ya there."
"How is it to be so close to the ground Filly?"
By the beginning of his fourth year, Filius became sick of this. He tried every single charm and potion to make himself grow taller. And as smart as he was, he failed every single time. Bad side effects haunted Filius for the first months of fourth year, which included boils, big feet, and frazzled hair.
Winter soon came, which meant loads of homework before the break. Filius was the first one in the common room to start homework, and the last to leave. One particular evening, he was researching information about Muggle Holidays for Muggle Studies. He learned about Santa Claus, Rudolph, and Jack Frost. The next evening, he sat down and wrote a letter.
Dear Santa,
I know you're a busy man. I know that there is a possibility that you could exist. All you need is a good time turner to get to all those houses, and a powerful spell to have those reindeer fly.Anyway, the reason why I am writing is to discuss what I want for Christmas. I want to be normal. Not in a mental sense, but in a physical sense. I have always been made fun of for being short. It's inevitable. I feel like no one respects me since I'm short. If you could just help me somehow find a potion or a spell to make me taller, that would be great.
Thanks again,
Filius Flitwick.
He put the letter inside of his notebook, with the intentions of sending it off later the next day."Hey Filius, you hear about the Dueling Club?" a girl asked him in the common room the next morning.
"No."
"Go to it. It's gonna be in the Great Hall in a couple of hours."
"Okay. See you there."
The Great Hall was cleared out for the Club meeting to be held. A teacher stood off to the sides, moderating the event.
"Two volunteers." the teacher said. "Okay…Frank and, let's see, who else?" the teacher looked for someone other than another Slytherin.
"Flitwick."
"Flitwick." Frank laughed. "Is this a joke?" he asked, as Filius stepped forward.
"When I say go, you can attack. No horrible injuries though. We don't want to send anyone to the infirmary."
"Don't worry Filly, I'll be easy on you. You're at a disadvantage." Frank was able to say as the teacher looked away.
As they bowed, Filius couldn't help but be angry. Frank was making fun of him once again, in front of the entire school. What did he do to deserve this? He was ready to make him pay.
"Ready and go…" the teacher yelled.
"Engorgio!" Frank cast the spell on Flitwick.
"Finitie!" Flitwick retaliated. He then finished him off with the bat bogey hex.
The students laughed as Frank was taken down. Frank's friends were dumbfounded of how Filius defeated him. He smiled in his glory.
As Filius went to do his homework the next night, he discovered a letter. He took the letter, read it over quickly, and chuckled. He didn't care how tall he was anymore. He threw the letter in the common room fireplace, and retreated upstairs early to bed.
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By KristyT23
