Anthony Goldstein (goldclaw) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-02-24 10:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: anthony goldstein, character: susan bones, date: 1995 - 02, location: hogwarts - room of req. |
Who: Anthony Goldstein and Susan Bones.
What: Chatting and attempting their first Patronii.
When: [Backdated] Early Spring 1996.
Where: The Room of Requirement.
Rating: Low.
This was bloody hard. Anthony had never even heard of this charm that Potter had been trying to teach him. Where had he possibly learned it? Searching his memory, he had to guess either Dumbledore himself, or maybe Professors Moody or Lupin. Moody seemed the most likely of the lot. Constant vigilance, right?
Anthony turned his wand with a note of frustration and practiced the all important flick for the charm. But it wasn't the manual part of the spell he was having trouble with. It was conjuring a good enough memory. Anthony hadn't thought his life to be miserable or even that difficult. But with the pressure of a memory, he was having a hard time of it.
Potter, Granger and Weasley had divided up the DA among those who could and couldn't conjure the thing. Already people were applauding Luna Lovegood as her hare bounced about on the air and co-mingled with Granger's otter. Checking his other shoulder, Ernie Macmillan seemed well on his way. It was something with tusks, Anthony thought.
With a sigh, Anthony returned to his wand and gave it it's practiced flick. "Expecto Patronum," he announced. A mist of pearlescent white-blue spewed from his wand but gave no form as the boy struggled to come up with a good memory. First time at Flourish and Blotts... no, no... hearing Michael made the- no. Dad's pr- no.
Anthony paused and felt a presence over his shoulder. He turned, pushed his glasses up onto his nose and smiled. It was Susan. He looked her in the eyes and pinked a little. "Oh. Hi Susan. How's it coming then?" Anthony tore his eyes away after a count of three. He had to or else he might stare. She quite possibly had the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen. He'd wanted to sketch them from the minute he'd met her. Well... he hadn't asked yet and it'd been five years.