Amelia watched with her usual rapt attention to the professor, completely convinced that if she did not listen to his every word she was bound to do something incorrectly. This seemed a foolish thought for today’s lesson, as it did not seem overly complicated – in fact, not much more so than their previous years’ N.E.W.T. studies – but old habits die hard. Each word the professor uttered was committed to memory both of the mental and parchment form, and it was only when the professor was completely done with his demonstration that Amelia set aside her quill in favor of her wand.
Not wanting to seem overanxious, Amelia watched those around her perform the spell before she made her own attempt. Although she had thought Brienne’s use of the spell to be proficient, the professor did not agree, highlighting that she had not followed his instructions to the letter. Glad now that she had waited – for Amelia might have made the very same mistake – Amelia had turned back to her own container and was about to release the sleeping mosp when she heard a bang followed quickly by the sound of splintering wood that sent her beneath her desk for protection. Crouching on the ground, Amelia did not have a good view of what had just happened, but she quickly gathered the nature of the situation from the anger that spouted from the professor, directed at Angelique, a girl she knew only from what she had heard.
From what she was hearing now, though, Angelique had not earned herself any favour in the class doing whatever it was that she had done – and from the sounds of it, she had blown up her box and tried to make a run for it – and had in fact gotten herself removed from the classroom. Only after the professor’s voice had moderated itself back to a normal level did Amelia come up from beneath her own desk, brushing aside the few woodchips that had come to rest on her chair before resuming her place in it.
By now, any chance of finding a sleeping mosp in her own container was long gone. The creature had obviously been awoken by Angelique’s idea of a good time and was now rattling around inside the box on Amelia’s desk. After taking a few seconds to breathe and to plan, Amelia inched a finger forward and opened the clasp of the box, which allowed the lid to fall open and reveal the creature.
“Levicorpus!” Amelia said clearly, pointing her wand directly at the creature, which was immediately turned upside down and left suspended that way, moved out of the box and held in place by the direction of Amelia’s wand tip. This, as might be expected, did not help with the creatures ire at all, and Amelia was quick to follow it with the spell of focus for today’s lesson.
“Vermiculus,” the redhead reiterated, following the example the professor had shown earlier. The angry moth-like creature that had previously taken up the space above her container was immediately consumed in a halo of yellow light and shortly after replaced by a wriggling worm which fell to the bottom of the container, no longer held aloft by Amelia’s previous spell. It would seem, Amelia thought, that she had accomplished the point of today’s lesson, but then again, Brienne had probably been thinking the same thing before the professor corrected her performance. Amelia looked up hesitantly at the professor, hoping to avoid that same fate, but knowing with McCoy, it was a definite possibility.
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