That Damn Weasley Charm II G.W

Part 4, Chapter 11- Charms Class

Emma, Walter, and I head out to charms a little early so we can get a half-decent row of desks. Flitwick nods at us as we enter the classroom. Nearly as soon as we sit down we can hear the twins and Lee from down the hall, laughing and talking loudly about god knows what.

"Flitwick! My favourite Professor, how was your summer old sport!" Fred says as soon as he gets into the room.

Flitwick looks up from his desk and cracks a smile, "It was quite alright thank you, Mister Weasley. How was yours?"

Fred tosses his bag down at a desk beside Emma and goes up to Flitwick's desk. He leans his elbows on it and smiles that wicked smile of his, "It was pretty great Flitty. Say, do you by any chance know a charm that we could use on a candy to cause people to faint. And do you by any chance know the counter curse for something like that?"

Flitwick pushes up his glasses and looks at Fred and then over at George who is beside me, "I do not condone this behaviour at all for the record." Fred nods a bunch, "But I might have a way if you come see me after dinner I can show you two how it works."

Fred looks back at George who is also smiling like an absolute moron. He turns back to Flitwick and hits the desk with his palm, "I knew Charms was my favourite class for a reason." Fred comes back and sits down in his seat. He props his feet up on his desk and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Would you please get your feet off of the desk? I don't want to look at the bottom of your shoes thanks." Emma says. She pushes his feet off of the desk and he falls forward.

"Would you please stop acting like my mother?" Fred jokes. He leans over and pecks Emma on the cheek.

I whip my head around to look at George and he just shrugs his shoulders clearly not having a clue what is happening with them either. The class slowly fills up with the other students taking NEWT charms, the class is a lot smaller than what we are used to, only sixteen students. Cedric comes in the room and passes me and my friends. He smiles and half waves at me. Which causes George to lean over in his chair to kiss me. Which doesn't work because he nearly topples over.

"Georgie honestly. You're jealous of Cedric?" I say helping him so he's sitting back upright.

George watches Cedric take a seat in the front row of the classroom with disgust on his face. "That guy just rubs me the wrong way. He walks around here like he's better than everyone else."

I pull out my quills, ink, parchment, and textbook getting ready for Flitwick's lecture to begin. "And you don't act like you're better than everyone else mister I'm going to try and trick the system so I can compete for the Triwizard cup and its going to work because I am above the law?"

More students come filing into the class, Angelina and Joycelyn from Gryffindor, Olive and Simon from Ravenclaw, each of them talking about the Triwizard cup. "I'll be able to put my name in. My birthday is on the nineteenth of October so I'll be of age." I hear Angelina say as she sits down in the row behind us.

"I wouldn't want to enter even if I could." Her friend Joycelyn says.

Flitwick stands up from his desk and circles around so he's standing in front of us, "Please everyone be quick to take your seats!" He calls. People around me shuffle as they pull things out of their bags and sit down at their desks. "Now, I would first like to congratulate you all for scoring high enough to be in this class. It's not an easy task. Your NEWT years are harder than your OWLs by a lot so be prepared for long hours in the library and study groups."

Flitwick moves from his desk and starts to weave in between the desks that are set up, "Your NEWTs are important, they decide what you can and cannot do once you leave these castle walls. It's going to be a lot harder this year with the distraction that is the Triwizard Tournament. Which is why I am implementing a new rule, no one shall speak of the tournament in my classroom. This is a place of work, a place of study, and you will need every second of the four hours we have together."

"I might cry." George whispers.

Flitwick gets back to the front of the classroom. He points his wand at the chalkboard in the corner and it comes rolling over to him, the chalk writes, 'Non Verbal Spells'. Flitwick turns and looks back at the class, "This year we will be learning and practicing non verbal spells. You will be practicing these in this class, Transfiguration if you have it, as well as Defense Against the Dark Arts if you have that class as well. By the end of the year, all of your teachers no matter your class will expect you to use non verbal spells."

The class breaks out into quiet murmering, "What do you mean all of our teachers will expect us to use non verbal spells? You're saying we can't use them anymore?" Walter says his arm stretched in the air.

"That's exactly what I'm saying Mister Clarence. Now please take our your parchment. It's going to be a long day of note taking."

George slips me a crumpled piece of parchment, I open it and smile.

WANNA TAKE MY NOTES FOR ME?