Amelia, in an uncharacteristically harried way, arrived late to the charms lesson. She had been playing her violin in the east tower and had lost track of the time. Attempting to arrive unnoticed, Amelia had slipped into a seat at the back of the classroom, pulling out a piece of parchment in the same fluid motion. After wetting her quill on her tongue, Amelia noted the date on the top of the parchment, still mentally chastising herself for being late.
Hearing the question posed to the class, Amelia raised her hand to indicate that she had, indeed, attempted to produce a patronus. At the age of eleven. Her father had always insisted that Amelia continue her coursework over the summer holiday, and after her first year at Hogwarts he had deemed her educated enough to learn the complicated spell. Although Amelia had tried to dissuade him, he was persistent, as always. It had taken her the entirety of her summer holiday, but she had managed to produce the eerie, glowing image, and had been able to produce an effective patronus ever since.
Not that she needed to proclaim this to the rest of the classroom. Amelia wasn't much for making a scene, nor did the rest of the students want to hear that she had been producing patronuses before most of them had mastered levitation charms. Hoping the professor had taken note of her hand, Amelia lowered it poised her quill for whatever came next.
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