Jory stood outside of the Defense Classroom, trying to calm down. He was quite nervous as he knew what he had to do once he entered the room. He did not want to face a boggart ever again sine he had faced one during the DADA OWL practical. But here he was, about to face one, anyway.

Taking a deep breath, Jory pushed open the door. It was rather dusty inside, with uncleaned windows and cobwebs at various parts. But what caught his eyes was the trunk in the middle of the room. He knew what was in there. The Puffer stood there, just staring at it as if willing it to go away. How long he stood there, he did not know but he finally decided to approach the trunk.

Cautiously, Jory walked over to it. He could see it was not locked. He paused a good way from it, feeling more nervous than before. What if he was unable to defeat the thing? “Positive thoughts, Jory, positive thoughts,’’ he murmured. “Just keep your head on and concentrate.’’

The badger now stepped closer to the trunk. The Boggart inside seemed to sense someone approaching because the trunk shook and then suddenly the lid sprang upwards. Out came his Dad. With his eyes wide open and staring. A small patch of blood smeared the right side of his shirt but seemed to grow at intervals. It was the same as the OWL boggart. “It’s only a boggart, only a boggart,’’ Jory repeated, staring at his father. His worst fear. His dad being shot while on the job.

Jory raised his shaky hand that contained his wand. “Ri... Riddikulus!" he exclaimed, concentrating hard. The was a pop and his dad was replaced by a golden retriever dressed as a soccer player. Jory laughed shakily. It was just like the retriever he wanted. Minus the soccer outfit, of course. He could feel himself calming down now. But the boggart was gone now. Relief spread over him. He wanted to eat loads of ice cream now. Loads!