 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
Well, this was bound to make his day less pleasant. Harvey never did well with new spells - at first. He was pretty sure he did worse than most people who attempted new spells, and especially most Ravenclaws. And he was bound to disappoint his head of house with this. Brilliant. If only he could be as good with practical things as with theory...
But there was no use wishing now. Brandishing his wand in what he hoped was a determined way, hoping the action would make him feel more confident, he cleared his throat (his voice had a nasty tendency of breaking these days at the most inappropriate moments) and cast the first spell.
"Protego!"
Blue sparks. Great. Well, at leas they were the right colour.
Harvey tried again, his frown increasing as he focused and focused. After what seemed like an age, finally - finally! - a translucent thing grew from the tip of his wand. This must be it!
"Fianto Duri!"
Nothing happened. That he could see, anyway. Though the shield seemed to shimmer. Was that a good thing... or a bad thing? There was no way to tell, really, without chucking something at it.
Picking up the piece of chalk he'd left prepared near him for just this purpose, his eyes never leaving the shield as if he could keep it there through sheer force of will and eye contact, Harvey prepared to throw it.
And then realised the futility of the exercise since he was inside the shield. This was not something he could do by himself, clearly.
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