A Flash Fic presented to Elaine for completing an additional story in round ten of the Houses Competition!
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Filius Flitwick had taught many students, had encountered many appalling spells being cast in his relatively small classroom, whilst stood on top of his desk and commanding the class. No one was quite as bad at charms than Seamus Finnigan. It was almost funny. Well, it was incredibly funny.
Flitwick would wait, every lesson, for that tell-tale clatter of items and crash of an explosion. He would anticipate soaring across the room for some ill-performed charm. He even built in special features to make sure he would not be harmed in the process. It was all a learning experience.
And also extremely amusing.
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