Chapter Sixteen

A/N Are Blake and Selene up to something? Or not?

Professor Flitwick was too short to see over his podium, so he had charmed a little cushion and he sat on it as it flew around the room to each student so he could check their work. "Very good," he said, when he saw what Araminta had written about the Wingardium Leviosa charm.

Blake was still grumbling about having an essay to write during the very first class. "Shush," said Selene, grumpily. Araminta could tell that she didn't like writing essays either, but was trying not to let Flitwick know.

"Okay, class, now you try it. Be sure to say WinGARdium LeviOsa, or the whole thing might blow up in your face."

Soon, shouts of "WINgardium LEViosa" and WindgardiUM LevioSA" were echoing around the room. What is everyone's problem? thought Araminta. Latin pronunciation was really, really easy. It had nice, pure vowels and was something easy to say.

"WinGARdium LeviOsa," she cried, and her feather hopped into the air.

"Very good! Look, Miss Potter-Malfoy's done it! Take ten points."

Araminta couldn't help it. She just wanted to show off a little. With another swish and flick of her wand, she levitated the Charms professor into the air and sailed her around the room. Then, she floated all of her classmates into the air.

"Whee," yelled Blake encouragingly. "This is just like magic!"

"Of course it is, stupid," said Selene, snippily, as she pulled her robes tighter so that her underwear wouldn't show. "It is magic. It's a charm." Selene was a stronger witch then she looked. She waved her wand at herself and said, "Finite Incantatem!" so that she would fall back down to the floor.

Araminta wasn't bothered by this. She was laughing so hard she thought she would bust a gut. "Watch this!"

The floating students began to spin crazily around the room, so it looked like Araminta was juggling them all. A few of them looked a little green, but she knew they'd feel fine once she put them back down. She was going to give them just one more spin around, but before she could, the door to the Charms classroom swung open and Albus Dumbledore stood there, angrier than Araminta had ever seen him.

"What is the meaning of this?" he shouted. (A/N: dun dun dun...)