Seamus rubbed his hand against his temple, trying to soothe the pulse that was hammering away there. It felt like tiny gnomes had crawled inside his head and were swinging miniscule hammers against his skull - from the inside. He'd thought he was getting better in a couple of subjects this year, Charms included, but Flitwick's latest assignment seemed unusually complicated and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what they were supposed to be doing with one of the reference texts they'd been asked to research. It didn't seem to have any overt connection to the assignment.
He was startled out of his train of thought when Neville spoke, and didn't immediately catch on to what his friend had asked him. "Huh? Umm...no, I don't think so." He glanced back at his textbook for a moment. "Wait...I didn't think we were workin' with that Charm. What part are you workin' on?"