Day 21
Prompt: Fire
"Make it a powerful memory, the happiest you can remember. Allow it to fill you up," Harry said as he circled the group of students. The Room of Requirement was full of people furrowing the brows, speaking quietly to themselves, and the occasional pale wisp of silver mist.
Capella stood next to George, their arms nearly touching. She had plenty of powerful, happy memories. Yet, nothing was happening. She got the faintest wisp of mist, which disappeared as quickly as it came. 'Think about George.' She closed her eyes and tried to picture his fiery orange hair, his intense eyes, his mischievous smirk. A picture started to form in her mind which was suddenly interrupted by a bit of something fuzzy and pink. Then, a little black bow sprang to her mind followed by a wide, slack mouth.
"Umbridge," she growled. Her eyes flew open when she heard George laugh.
"You've never going to produce a Patronus if you're thinking about that old toad," he said, causing the other students to laugh.
Capella shook her head. "I'm not trying to think about her." She gripped her wand tighter. "She's just appears in my thoughts. It's really disturbing actually." By now, Capella was pacing the floor. "I just want to jinx that little black bow right off her head," she said as she flicked her wand angrily.
"I can't stand those pink robes she wears," Ginny said with a nod. "I'll never look at that color the same again." Capella stopped pacing and nodded at Ginny.
Neville scuffed his toe against the floor. "I'm tired of all the new rules. I can't remember them all, how am I supposed to know if I'm breaking a rule I can't remember?"
Capella agreed with Neville. The worst rule prevented her from holding George's hand in the hall between classes, never mind kissing him. She gripped her wand even tighter, both fists clenched. "And that quill of hers," she said through gritted teeth, nodding towards Harry. "It's barbaric." Harry rubbed the back of his scarred hand. "I just…she makes me so mad." She squeezed her hands tighter, her blood pulsing quickly through her veins. Suddenly a jet of blue fire shot from the tip of her wand, knocking her off her feet. The room fell silent and she looked up at George. His lips were pressed together in a tight line; he was trying not to laugh. Vega let out a tiny little giggle and Capella started laughing. Soon, the whole room was full of laughter.