Katie Bell (quaffleslinger) wrote in obscuritas, @ 2009-07-22 23:44:00 |
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WHO: Katie Bell | Closed
WHEN: 3 September 1996
WHERE: Charms Class; 3rd Floor of Hogwarts
WHAT: PG
WHY: It's a N.E.W.T. level Charms class. From what Kate hears, she's expected to attend on a regular basis if she plans on passing her exams this year.
STATUS: Complete
"Alright, class, say it with me without your wands... Together now. 'Aguamenti!' Precisely. And once more... 'Aguamenti!'"
For the love of all things holy... Kate thought to herself, slouching back in her chair as the stubby little Charms professor continued his 6th year review. Was it completely necessary that they go through all this again? This was definitely not N.E.W.T. level material they were covering here. Curse the start of term review! How was this nonsense ever going to come in handy, anyway?
Katie leaned around her neighbor to get a better view of Flitwick. Ah, beautiful! He was busying himself with a witch a few rows down who was evidently having problems spitting out the word. Poor dear.
While Katie sympathized with her, she didn't give it an extreme amount of thought. She was more concerned with taking this rare opportunity to catch up on a little shut eye. Slouching back in her seat once more, Kate gave in to her heavy eyelids.
Fred.
Her mind soaked up the memories of their summer holiday, lulling her into a gentle sleep.
'There he is, just where I left him.' She could hear nothing more than the rush of the wind and the waves crashing against the Welsh shore as her eyes remained transfixed on her significant other. 'Fred.' The bloke threw a pebble into the ocean before turning to smile at Katie. Of course, this caused her to smile as she waved back at him. And then...
She was soaked?!
Her body jerked when the cold, wet reality set in. Eyes now searching for a culprit, Kate's gaze became fixed on a wand pointed directly at her from the peer sitting next to her. Cormac, you git! What have you done? As if the poor blighter could read her mind, the fellow Gryffindor pointed his wand now in the direction of Professor Flitwick.
"There you have it, class! The wonder that is Aguamenti!" the thrilled Professor cooed.
"Cheeky bastard," the frustrated blonde mumbled under her breath, shamelessly wringing out her hair over the lab table.