AN: Hey guys! Chapter two is ahead. Some more back-ground here (as my chiropractor said upon finding a handful of dirt between my shoulder blades). Enjoy!

"I hate the Knight Bus..." I muttered to myself as it backfired into the distance. I had my entire life's belongings shrunk and packed into a large suitcase, which I then charmed feather-light. I would have shrunk the suitcase, but double-charming is generally frowned upon, unless you have no choice in the matter. Always mix and match your charms when possible. No, I don't specifically know why it's a bad idea, but when Flitwick makes a point of saying it, I make a point of following it.

The brick apartment in front of me was a bit bland, honestly, but it looked sturdy and large enough for two, so I wasn't going to complain. I yawned as I knocked on the door.

"Daniel!" Matt was far too chipper for... well, anytime, really.

"Morning, Matthew."

He stepped backwards to allow me entry and waved past the living room towards a hallway. "Your room is down the hallway to the right. Bathroom is on the left."

"Wonderful." I bit back another yawn as I walked towards the hallway. Matthew was droning on about the apartment as I floated the suitcase to the floor, popped it open, and started unpacking things. The bed frame came out first, which was quickly enlarged and stuck into the far corner of the room. The box spring came out next, followed by the mattress. With the bed situated, the desk popped out next. The dresser followed that, and then I tossed a few posters up around the room, including one on the ceiling that chastised you for looking at it.

Room completed, I shrunk the (now empty) suitcase and lofted it into the top drawer of the dresser. I paused to double-check everything, and then turned around to head into the kitchen for a drink of water.

Except Matthew was still standing there, mouth hanging open. "You all right there?"

He blinked, twice. "That was insane!"

I shrugged, "That was Charmswork. Haven't you seen people do that before?"

He shook his head, "Not as condensed as that. I never really got the hang of Charms. I always preferred Transfiguration."

I shook my head as I walked into the kitchen. "Transfiguration is a power hog. I can't say I'm a fan of it."

"After Ollivander gave me a new wand, I didn't have difficulty Transfiguring things."

I nodded, "A well-suited wand can make an absurd amount of difference."

He scratched the back of his head. "Anyways, when are you planning on getting a desk chair?"

I quirked an eyebrow. "The chair is in the bedroom."

"Oh. Is it still shrunk?"

"Yeah. It's in the drawer of my... desk- OH SHIT." I snapped my wand into my hand as I dodged around Matthew and sprinted back down the hallway. My bedroom doorknob definitely put a hole into the wall from me opening it so hard. A very small part of me flinched at the impact, but the rest of me was screaming that all of my Arithmancy notes were in the drawer with the desk chair that I'd DOUBLE SHRUNK LIKE A FUCKING IDIOT.

Said drawer was banished out of the desk. I shielded myself while firing a (probably overpowered) finite at the chair.

It innocently popped back to its regular size and just sat in the center of the room, mocking me.

"Did you blow up the universe?" Matt called from the kitchen.

I banished the drawer back into the desk, and then repaired the wall. "Not yet, thankfully."

"That's good. Professor Flitwick spent most of our fifth year telling us horror stories about double-charming items."

"I'm fairly certain that the odds of it backfiring are pretty slim." I replied as I plopped down onto the couch.

"It's still terrifying, which is all the more reason to use Transfiguration instead." Matthew countered as he walked towards the other side of the couch with a teapot in hand.

"Transfiguration is the epitome of inefficiency. It's forcing your magic to make something happen. Charms is far more comfortable, and can be adjusted easily based upon your needs."

Matthew smirked, pointed his wand at the teapot, and said, "Can your Charms do this?" And then he turned the teapot into a dragon. Now, before you freak out, I should mention that it was an incredibly small dragon.

And before you un-freak out, I should note that he didn't take relative temperature into consideration. When transfiguring an item, the item will automatically maintain any heat it had in its initial form. You can, of course, alter the temperature as long as you're thinking about it at the time, but Matthew clearly wasn't.

So he transfigured an incredibly hot teapot full of near-boiling water, into an incredibly hot dragon. The dragon, as an animal capable of generating fire, could handle the incredibly warm temperatures. However, it would still be very uncomfortable.

What does a dragon do when it's way too warm? Well, it goes straight up into the air and then seeks to get rid of that extra heat. By breathing fire.

Now obviously, this isn't what went through my head at the moment. Instead, it sounded something like this:

"FUCK." I yelled as I threw up a shield and dove off the couch. "UNDO IT!" I yelled at Matthew, who had overturned the wooden coffee table and was crouched behind it.

"I don't know how!" He yelled back.

"Seriously!? It's a second-year spell!"

"Then you do it!" He countered as he deflected a jet of flames with a couch pillow.

"It takes way more effort for someone else to do it! My magic won't sync up with yours as easily as yours will!"

"I don't know the spell!" He yelled back as the dragon melted a hole in the ceiling.

"It's reparifarge!" I yelled back. Unfortunately, my voice was no match for the combined noise of the dragon and the smoke alarm, which chose that exact moment to tell us what we already knew.

In spite of the chaos, Matthew looked me in the eye and said, "What in the hell did you just say?"

I huffed as I stood up. The room was still utter chaos, but my shield had taken two direct hits from the magical fire, so I knew it would hold easily. "Fucking hell." I muttered as I dropped into a wide stance and waited for the dragon to come back around.

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long. I was tired from all of the Charmswork earlier, and with being banged around on the damn Knight Bus. I knew Matthew had more power than I did, so I knew this one was going to hurt a bit. The dragon was headed straight for me, so the angle would be easy. I stoked my remaining magic and yelled "REPARIFARGE!"

It was a direct hit, thank Merlin. The dragon snapped back into a teapot not fifteen feet from me. I let out a deep breath.

And then I took a teapot to the chest. I would have gotten the wind knocked out of me, had I had any left to lose. I point-blank stopped the teapot's momentum, and then watched about half of the water overflow directly onto me.

Thankfully, the dragon had managed to lower its heat enough that the water was just warm, rather than scalding hot.

As a result of all this, I ended up falling backwards onto the couch. "If you ever do that again..." I paused to catch my breath, "I'll enlarge the damn thing and let it eat you."

I heard Matthew nervously chuckle off to my left. "I'm not sure whether or not to believe you."

I shot him a look that removed all doubt. His nervous chuckle was cut short as he quickly started putting out the small fires and repairing the walls, ceiling, and furniture. I snapped off a silencing charm at the smoke alarm and then closed my eyes. I felt Matthew use a wind charm towards the now open window. The window then snapped shut again.

"Daniel?"

"Yes?" I kept my eyes closed.

"You can let go of the teapot now."

I opened my eyes to see the teapot still floating there. "Oh." I cut the spell, letting the teapot fall into Matthew's waiting hands. I took another deep breath, and swung myself into a sitting position. I felt the nearly overwhelming blanket of magical exhaustion fall over me. "I'm going to go take a nap."

"All right. Do you want me to wake you up later?"

I waved him off. "No need. I don't have any plans." I walked into my room, pushed the stupid chair to my desk, and then went to close the door.

"Mother fucker!" I stared at the door with disdain, noting that the doorknob was stuck in the mostly-repaired wall. I had clearly forgotten to pull the door out of the wall prior to repairing the hole.

"Are you okay?" Matthew yelled from the kitchen.

"Yes." I clenched my jaw as I physically yanked the door out of the wall."Reparo." I muttered, this time fully repairing the damn wall. I closed the door gently, turned the ceiling fan on high, and then collapsed onto the bed.

Just a short nap.