"Alright, class! For the last month or so we've been practicing our conjuring skills." Professor Flitwick squeaked from atop his small stack of books. "Now that you've got it down, we will begin learning how to take those conjured items and protect ourselves with them! We went over the pronunciation earlier. Say it with me now. Oppugno! Excellent! Once you've got your pillows conjured, start working on the spell!"
His sixth year Gryffindor and Slytherin class set to work. Filius Flitwick hated to say it, but his best two students were in this class. Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. For the past six years, those two have been fighting for the right to call themselves Hogwarts Brightest Mind.
"Hermione! I need help!" Hermione Granger was an excellent pupil who helped others around her. Of course, only those who asked for help were helped, and only if she was finished with her own spell. He watched her work for a minute, aware that the rest of the students were still conjuring their pillows while she had a stack around her desk.
"Hold on Harry. I want to make sure I do it right before I try to teach you first okay?" Mister Potter nodded and then Hermione Granger began to work her magic. Her wand moved in a dance through the air, pausing to tap certain pillows before finishing with a large flourish. A couple of seconds passed and he could see the girl deflate. The light she normally had in her eyes dimmed and the crackle of magic that ran through her hair died down. As her shoulders slumped her wand moved down and to the right, pointing in the direction of her friend, Harry.
"Holy Circe! Hermione!" The pillows had flown into the air, following the path her wand had traced before dive bombing Harry Potter. The boy dived for cover and the girl gasped, lowering her wand.
"Sorry, Harry! I swear I didn't mean to!" Hermione set her wand on the desk and grabbed the pillows from the air.
"Ten points to Gryffindor! Well done Miss Granger!" Filius called out before turning his gaze back on the rest of the class. "Add another flourish with your wand at the end of that circle Miss Patil." This time, when he looked around the room his gaze focused on Mister Malfoy.
The blond was glaring at the brunette across the classroom, his face turning a light red. A black wand flew through the air, touching silk pillows here and there in a flurry before the wand stopped, the tip pointed at Hermione. The girl didn't see anything so when the swarm of pillows flew at her and smacked her on the head, she wasn't ready for it.
"AH!" Hermione squealed and then turned her furious gaze on the smirking blond. She bared her teeth at him and picked her wand up. Everyone froze as she conjured up twenty large, fluffy, pink pillows. Her wand moved in an arch overhead before slashing down to stop facing Draco. The pale boy paled further, quickly conjuring his own pillows and sending them to intercept the large pink ones flying at his head.
"PILLOW FIGHT!" Dean Thomas called out, grabbing a large pillow from his stack and smacking Seamus Finnegan in the face with it. Soon pillows, feathers, and laughter were flying through the air. Filius grinned and conjured his own feather-filled pillows.
He loved teaching this class.
"Oppugno!"
This was written for the QP, DC, and Staff Room in HHC. The prompts were: Oppugno, "Holy Circe." and Filius Flitwick.
Word Count: 582