fanfic by volly
harry potter (c) j.k. rowling
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Title: Accio
Theme(s): kilohertz
Notes:
i was actually originally working on a longer oneshot. but a plotbunny accio-ed me into its lair and i couldn't escape until i scrawled this thing down. i really like this one, actually...it was interesting to write...
Spoilers: none.
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If you were to ask her why, she'd probably start ranting about her other classes. Of course, it wasn't as if they were particularly bad, but they all had their nice points and their not-so-delightful times. It's only natural.
"Well," she'd confide, walking briskly down the halls of Hogwarts, arms fairly stuffed with books, "lots of people think I enjoy Transfiguration. And I do, but it's really tough memorizing all those incantations, and Professor McGonagall gives us mountains of homework each night. And my wand isn't really suited to it. Transfiguration is a lovely art, but it requires rather flexible wands. Mine's quite whippy--yes, there is a difference, stop chortling like that..."
And: "History of Magic? How could anyone like that subject? We really don't have any use for all that junk, once you think about it. What's gone is gone, and it's not as if they're going to test you for the names and achievements of all the goblin lords of the seventeenth century or something. Honestly..."
Or: "Yeah, my dad was a real Muggle Studies enthusiast, but I don't care much for it myself. They're a bit intriguing, but they're much too complicated for me, inventing all those little gadgets and gizmos when we have magic at our convenience. And their terms are so outlandish! Kilohertz and liters and centimeters--it's almost as hard to memorize Muggle language as it is to memorize Transfiguration spells..."
So if you were a fellow classmate of Ginny's, you would grow to wrongfully assume that she chose Charms as her favored class by the simple method of elimination.
But if you were a particularly close friend of Ginny's, or if you were a certain blonde-haired blue-eyed Ravenclaw, she might disclose some of her more delicate reasons for adoring Charms so.
"You don't know why I like Charms, Luna?" a little quirky grin. "Well, part of the reason why is because I like watching you do it. Heh. You're always so very inventive--you love messing with Charms. Hm, I do believe it's your favorite class too, isn't it?" and here Ginny would adjust the strap of her bookbag, perhaps transferring it over to her other shoulder to relieve a bit of stress. "Hey, you remember that time when we were practicing Summoning Charms in the library? We started out by accio-ing books, just like Professor Flitwick said. But of course you had to be more ambitious, Luna. You tried to accio me, if I remember correctly. Summoning myself! When I was sitting just a few seats over from you! Well, I guess it worked--I flew right over into your lap--that was a surprise, luckily there weren't any desks between us--and then you kissed me. That was what you were planning all along, wasn't it, Luna? You wily fox?"
...Or maybe that sort of thing would be open only to Luna Lovegood's ears.
Yes. If you were Luna Lovegood, you were one lucky girl.