Year Five
Quill
My Quill floated in front of me as I flicked my wand back and forth. Entertaining myself, but practising to. Then,
"Incendio!" I said loudly and the Quill burst into a heap of beautiful flames. I was sitting down at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, I had to go down here because I had been caught priviously practising magic by the evil witch Professor Umbridge, who had rudely decided to take over the castle. All because of he-who-must-not-be-named.
"Hey," Stephan said from behind me. I turned and looked at him.
"Hello," I said watching the remains of the quill flutter to the ground.
"What are you doing?" he asked me. "I thought you had detention," he said sitting down. I sat away from him just a little and nodded.
"I just finished," I said. He put his finger under my chin and my body melted at his touch. He pulled my face to his and noticed that my eyes were puffy, yes I had been crying. He starred at me for a moment before wrapping his arms around me. I really wish he hadn't found me.
"What's wrong?" he asked me. I just sat still looking down at my feet.
"Look what I learnt." I picked out my quill and lifted it into the air with my wand. "Incendio," I said and watched at the brilliant flames licked at the feather. Stephan grabbed my hand and revealed the marks. The fresh cuts from my detention with Professor Umbridge.
"I told you not to join that club," he said angrily. Unfortunately we hit a road black there. He didn't believe in Harry's story. "I promised I would let you go as long as you weren't getting hurt. But this," he said holding up my hand and shaking it. "You have crossed the line," he said angrily. I stood up quickly and sighed
"I get that you are worried, but I am in this club weather you like it or not," I said leaving him alone. Who was he to tell me what I could and couldn't do? I felt like I belonged in the club that I was important. A part of me hoped that one day I would be able to save people if I needed to.