Author's note: wow! Honestly, I had no intention for this to turn all
Ron/Hermione on me. It just did. Oh well, I guess I'm okay with it.
Read... now.
Weeks passed and there was still no sign of a reaction from Hermione - or even Ron. They simply didn't see each other when the other one walked into a room.
"Look on the bright side," Harry had said after another silent breakfast, "at least they aren't constantly biting each other's heads off."
These words were of little comfort to Jamie. "Yes, but doesn't it bother you that they aren't talking at all? I mean, they weren't *constantly* bickering before all this happened - they were still friends - but now."
Harry gasped and held up a finger in the air, "Bickering! That's the word I was looking for. Bickering."
Jamie sighed and shook her head conclusively. "Something has to be done about this."
Harry grinned, "Don't worry about it. It'll happen soon enough." He said - quite pleased with himself. Had Jamie seen the light bulb above his head, she would have stopped him.
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Jamie could have sworn Professor Flitwick had shrunk. She could tell he looked slightly shorter when he had walked into the classroom - before he perched himself at the high podium in the front of the class. There was only one way to find out.
Jamie sat in the front corner of the classroom so she could get a good view of the books he was standing on.
*One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.*
Well, that was the same as it had always been. Seven books. *But,* thought Jamie, noticing the book on the top of the pile, *he's standing on an Ancient Charms book - instead of the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Seven. This new one's thicker. Maybe he HAS shrunk.*
It was then Jamie noticed Flitwick had started the lesson.
"Green flames were discovered by Fanira, the Witch of the Sand in 89 BC. It was the same witch that had discovered the charm - the only charm - that could put out these flames."
"The interesting thing about green flames is that instead of consuming wood - like most fires do - they consume stone. Neither does oxygen feed it. Only stone."
"Green flames are rarely seen, mainly because they are not natural and are only brought about by a spell. Only the darkest of wizards know how to conjure a green flame. Still, nobody knows how these wizards had learned of this spell - but it is nevertheless a well kept secret by those who do."
Jamie was thinking this would fall under more of a History of Magic lesson than Charms.
"There have, however, been witches and wizards who have bore witness to these rather strange fires. One of them, Windetta Cobsbonnet, had managed to take a moving photograph of it."
Professor Flitwick brought out his wand and conjured a small picture in mid air, and then muttered Engorgio so it would be big enough for everyone to see. The picture was of a deserted street - a muggle street by the looks of it. Jamie could tell by the red, yellow and green color boxes above the road they used to direct their cars.
In the middle of the street, however, was a fire. A plain, reddish orange fire crackling isolated from everything else. It must have been feeding off the asphault. Jamie frowned. The flames weren't green at all.
Professor Flitwick left the photograph hanging in the air as he continued. "As you can see, these flames appear to be normal. The only way anyone can tell that these are not in fact ordinary flames, is by shooting water at it. This will turn the flames green."
"For any who may be pursuing a career as an auror," he said, giving a meaningful glance towards Jamie, "will need to know the spell that will put out this fire. And even if you are not going to be an auror, you will need to be able to defend yourself from them. Dark times are indeed among us."
Defend ourselves? Now, this was sounding more like a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Odd that she'd be learning the charm to put out the flames in this class.
"We will have no time to learn the charm today, so we will continue this lesson on Monday."
That had been the first time Jamie hadn't used her wand in Charms. She was rather disappointed.
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Weeks passed and there was still no sign of a reaction from Hermione - or even Ron. They simply didn't see each other when the other one walked into a room.
"Look on the bright side," Harry had said after another silent breakfast, "at least they aren't constantly biting each other's heads off."
These words were of little comfort to Jamie. "Yes, but doesn't it bother you that they aren't talking at all? I mean, they weren't *constantly* bickering before all this happened - they were still friends - but now."
Harry gasped and held up a finger in the air, "Bickering! That's the word I was looking for. Bickering."
Jamie sighed and shook her head conclusively. "Something has to be done about this."
Harry grinned, "Don't worry about it. It'll happen soon enough." He said - quite pleased with himself. Had Jamie seen the light bulb above his head, she would have stopped him.
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Jamie could have sworn Professor Flitwick had shrunk. She could tell he looked slightly shorter when he had walked into the classroom - before he perched himself at the high podium in the front of the class. There was only one way to find out.
Jamie sat in the front corner of the classroom so she could get a good view of the books he was standing on.
*One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.*
Well, that was the same as it had always been. Seven books. *But,* thought Jamie, noticing the book on the top of the pile, *he's standing on an Ancient Charms book - instead of the Standard Book of Spells, Grade Seven. This new one's thicker. Maybe he HAS shrunk.*
It was then Jamie noticed Flitwick had started the lesson.
"Green flames were discovered by Fanira, the Witch of the Sand in 89 BC. It was the same witch that had discovered the charm - the only charm - that could put out these flames."
"The interesting thing about green flames is that instead of consuming wood - like most fires do - they consume stone. Neither does oxygen feed it. Only stone."
"Green flames are rarely seen, mainly because they are not natural and are only brought about by a spell. Only the darkest of wizards know how to conjure a green flame. Still, nobody knows how these wizards had learned of this spell - but it is nevertheless a well kept secret by those who do."
Jamie was thinking this would fall under more of a History of Magic lesson than Charms.
"There have, however, been witches and wizards who have bore witness to these rather strange fires. One of them, Windetta Cobsbonnet, had managed to take a moving photograph of it."
Professor Flitwick brought out his wand and conjured a small picture in mid air, and then muttered Engorgio so it would be big enough for everyone to see. The picture was of a deserted street - a muggle street by the looks of it. Jamie could tell by the red, yellow and green color boxes above the road they used to direct their cars.
In the middle of the street, however, was a fire. A plain, reddish orange fire crackling isolated from everything else. It must have been feeding off the asphault. Jamie frowned. The flames weren't green at all.
Professor Flitwick left the photograph hanging in the air as he continued. "As you can see, these flames appear to be normal. The only way anyone can tell that these are not in fact ordinary flames, is by shooting water at it. This will turn the flames green."
"For any who may be pursuing a career as an auror," he said, giving a meaningful glance towards Jamie, "will need to know the spell that will put out this fire. And even if you are not going to be an auror, you will need to be able to defend yourself from them. Dark times are indeed among us."
Defend ourselves? Now, this was sounding more like a Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson. Odd that she'd be learning the charm to put out the flames in this class.
"We will have no time to learn the charm today, so we will continue this lesson on Monday."
That had been the first time Jamie hadn't used her wand in Charms. She was rather disappointed.
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