𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄NEVILLE STOOD AT THE statue-like thing his wand at the ready. "Expelliarmus!" Neville shouted before the wand went flying backgrounds, everyone jumping to the ground before it hit the back.
"I'm hopeless," Neville said, his voice sad and discouraged. "You're just flourishing you want too much. Try it like this. Expelliarmus!" After Harry cast the spell, the wand in the statue's hand went flying across the room.
And this was only the beginning. "Don't worry, Neville. You'll get the hang of it," Davina encouraged him. He smiled at her before collecting his wand. Encouragement would bring Neville plenty of help with him casting his spells correctly and perfectly. Letting him know she was there to bring him made he perform better.