On Halloween morning they woke up to the smell of freshly baking pumpkin drifting through the hallways. Harry was already excited to see what Hogwarts had in store for this day. Even better than that, Professor Flitwick had decided they were ready to practice the flying charm. Making objects fly was something they all wanted to do since the professor made Neville's toad do loops in their first lesson.
Harry was partnered with Seamus Finnigan, which he was thankful for. Neville had tried to catch his eyes, but the poor guy ended up with Leona instead. (Harry liked her, he really did. It was just difficult to concentrate with her around). But probably the worst pair had to be Ron and Hermione, both of whom looked none too happy about their designated partner.
Despite their eagerness to learn the spell, "Wingardium Leviosa" proved to be quite the challenge. Neither Seamus nor himself managed to so much as lift the feather they trained with even an inch, the former somehow setting it on fire even.
Harry looked around the room while Seamus got them a new, unburnt feather.
Ron had no luck with his spell either, waving his arms around and yelling more than speaking the words. Hermione seemed to try and correct him on it, "You're saying it wrong. It's 'Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa'."
"You do it then, if you're so smart," Ron retorted, visibly annoyed. His mood didn't lighten when Hermione then rolled up her sleeve and performed the charm flawlessly, wearing her praise and House points from Professor Flitwick.
Poor Neville meanwhile was so intimidated by Leona he looked like he was about to have a nervous breakdown. The girl in question didn't seem to notice, focused as she was on trying to get the damn thing to fly. Harry saw the moment she snapped, and was the first to take cover behind his desk.
Leona had stood abruptly, pointed her wand at the feather and yelled loud enough for people on the hallways to hear,
"Fly you shit! Wingwadium Levigofuckyourself!"
Surprisingly, (or not, if you knew Leona) her command seemed to have worked. If maybe a bit too well. The classroom was silent for once, as everyone, including the professor, kind of just stared at the feather-sized hole in the ceiling. Needless to say, the class ended early after that.
"I don't know about you, but I'd rather my partner blew the ceiling up than berate me all the time. She's an honest nightmare, that girl," Ron said to Harry as they left the classroom. He was still in a bad temper, and even getting out of class early couldn't make him forget his annoyance at the bushy haired girl. Harry was about to respond, when someone knocked into him and shoved past. Harry was startled to see it was Hermione, who seemed to have tears in her eyes.
"I think she heard you."
"So?" said Ron, but he looked uncomfortable. "She must've noticed she's got no friends."