“Think of something happy, the genuine kind. Or you know, you can just think of me.” Dylan Montmorency said, winking at his girlfriend who settled with shaking her head and rolling her eyes at him.

They’ve been in that vacant classroom for hours and to no avail, Beezus still couldn’t conjure a perfect patronus. It was a necessity that she learn for dementors seemed to have taken a liking to visiting Hogwarts every now and then….literally.

Dylan was teaching her, and despite herself, she was grateful that his patience wasn’t as thin as hers.

Although.........he was very distracting. Tsk.