Charms class took place in a corridor. It was bright and warm though it was an unusual place for a class. The benches were placed parallel to the wall so that they had to turn their heads to look at the teacher.

A woman, the same who had given her that stare on his first night, walked in. She was dressed in light pink dress. She looked elegant with her golden hair.

She started to take attendence.

Granger, Hermoine,...Potter, Harry...

Harry raised his head and she countinued...'Longbottom, Neville...

The class took a gasp. She looked up and countinued.

No reaction. Every teacher till now had reacted except her...

No reaction for boy who lived.. .

Harry felt relieved.

She walked up. She smiled... and clapped her hands together...

She was charming. So unlike Snape...

'Lets practice some nice wand movements...'

'Swish and flick...'

After sometime they had praticed, she came to Harry. She drew very close to him and fixed him with a stare. A stare which was calm and cold.

Harry had stopoed...

'Harry, she gripped his hand so hard that it hurt,

You need to swish cloakwise...'

She did the mocement painfully and at last let him go...

She looked through her blue eyes and spoke 'the colour of your and mine eyes is same, Harry.'