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Where are you?!

Kennedy stood in the same spot, thinking and thinking of what memory to use. There was one where his mom had bought him Xbox... then another when he hadn't been beaten up for a whole week, but those didn't seem happy enough. Kennedy tapped his chin.

Okay, here goes nothing.

He closed his eyes shut and re-visited the memory that wasn't too long ago. They day he had gotten his wand. Kennedy remembers feeling a warm feeling make its way to his stomach, it had reminded him of his mom... who was thousands and thousands of miles away.

He felt a strange pull, like if something was pushing his feet up. Snapping his eyes open, he saw his feet were just above the floor, not touching it, but not high either.

It was working.

Forgetting that memory, Kennedy thought of ... well that was private matters. It was all thanks to a mistletoe. Now, this memory caused his stomach do somersaults. It was the beginning of him and Aurora. Right then, he felt his feet being pushed up higher. He was several inches above the ground.

Yeah, that was a really nice memory.

Nessie walked over to the bottles.

'Come on Nessie. Think. Happy memories.' Nessie thought hard squeezing her eyes shut concentrating hard on the memory of her sister. That's what made her the most happiest. She quickly threw her head back slinging the potion down her throat.

Victoria turned over to look at the ever so cheerful Kourtney. She started to fall back down to the ground, gently and lightly, but she still wore a cheerful expression on her face. Aww...why did she have to fall down...that was so great...

"You're going to produce a great Patronus Charm, Kourtney." said Victoria, rather mad at herself for not floating in the air.

Time to try again.

Victoria took a deep breathe before proceeding. She closed her eyes once more and thought about the best memory she can possibly think of, the best Christmas day ever. Her mind was imaging so deeply that Victoria didn’t even realize that she was drifting a few inches from the ground, then higher and higher, probably about where Kourtney had been. “YES! I did it!” Victoria exclaimed, opening her eyes. She looked down at Kourtney and smiled. She can also do the air dance now.

In the next box there were tables, table cloths, cups, utensils, and plates. By the this time some of the students already were setting up the tables and table clothes, some even had plates, so Eino took some of the utensils and cups to place alongside the plates. He approached the table and placed the cups and utensils down. Then, he neatly put the utensils in groups: all the forks together, knives, and spoons. He did this for several of tables before he began distributing the plastic cups in the same manner. On his way to one of the tables, Eino found himself face to face with a slightly younger Slytherin girl.

At first he thought they were going to walk into each other, so he tried to avoid her, but she was standing in front of him, so he pause. "Oh, hello." He said timidly, when he realized that the girl had intended walk up to him and speak to him. He listened to her as he placed the plastic cups he was carrying on a nearby table and then spoke. "I ought to think I should." Was his reply to her request. "The incantation for the Hover Charm is Wingardium Leviosa." He spoke very clearly, then removed his wand to demonstrate. "The wand movement is a simple swish and flick." He said pointing his wand to one of the cups, then demonstrated. Swish, "Wingardium". Flick, "Leviosa". The cup began to levitate, but before it could go too high into the air, Eino pointed his wand, and said uttered. "Finite.". The cup began to fall but before it could hit the floor Eino grabbed it and turned to the girl. "Nice to meet you, Kimalia. I'm Eino." He said and shook her hand, rather violently.

Sierra could hear Stella talking, but the girl's voice seemed faraway, almost like it wasn't even there at all. Was Sierra ignoring her? No, not at all; but she was focusing so intently on what the potion she'd just consumed was meant to be doing that she'd lost a little of her focus on her immediate surroundings.

Her mind had taken her back to that awful day in December, when she'd woken up on a couch in an unfamiliar house. A cottage, it was, and it was located on a campground hundreds of miles away. She didn't figure that out until way later, though. Her mother had taken her there, and she was lost, wandless, and afraid of the woman she used to love. It had taken her weeks to be found, all thanks to that ridiculous father belonging to her 'twin half-brother'. Or whatever he was called these days. The man wasn't her father, thank Merlin.

She was focusing too hard on the bad memories, though. She opened her eyes to discover that she was still flat on the ground. She needed to focus on what happened next--what happened after the bad memories. Her eyes flickered over to Stella for a split second. "I can't get the good memory to come back," she said. She drew in a deep breath then closed her eyes again.

So, the memories he had were good memories, but apparently they weren't strong enough. He looked down at the ground and his feet were touching the ground. This caused Kennedy's forehead to ripple into a frown. This wasn't proving as easy as he had thought, and how could it? He hardly had memories that were like WOW! I happy!

No.

Kennedy closed his eyes, concentrating. Then a woman's smile made it's way to his mind. She had happy tears in her eyes, or so he thought. She was standing in the middle of a beautiful home that did not belong to neither of them. He longed for her warmth and affection. The woman that always made everything alright with a few words and a hug. The woman that scolded him when he did wrong. The woman that sacrificed so much for him.

A smile stretched along Kennedy's lips. The memory of seeing his mother after such a long time made him feel warmth and a sense of hope that he didn't understand, but liked.

The memory had been there all along and he hadn't even bothered to think of it.

Suddenly, he felt breeze at his ankles. That was weird...

... And he was several feet off the ground.

He did it! He managed to do it. Kennedy looked down in awe. This was SO cool. He didn't want ever get down, he wanted to fly and fly. Like a bird.

Yes, Kennedy wanted to be a bird.

Hmm, the potion was getting to him. Meh.

Having finished decorating, the prefect went to the third box and retrieved her small bottle of blue potion, finding a nice spot in the sunlight to sit. Wanting to test her memories strength out with this potion, she purposely pushed back the ones that could conjure her patronus. Once that was done, she opened the potion and down the bottle.

Already she was feeling lighter with the happiness bubbling inside her. A wide grin on her face, she was reminded of one of her first creatures lessons and started to inch her way off the floor. Another, more personal memory arose, and with it so did she. A whole four feet in the air, she lounged back with the giggles.

Tori started humming as the music changed to something way better than whatever old tune had been playing previously. She kept her eyes closed and kept thinking happy thoughts, like that time she sneaked into the prefect's bathroom, and all the fun she had had building snowmen here.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. Shame they hadn't won the competition.

The Slytherin popped an eye open and glared around at whoever had put that thought into her head. Darn. She was only hovering level at about the middle of the room.

More happy thoughts more happy thoughts!!

she put out the tables she put them into the middle of the room, then she got the tablecloth, she then put out the cups and other things she would need

Still trying to concentrate on her usual memory, the one that she'd used during Talia's lessons regarding Patronuses, Stella had essentially tuned out everything around her as she focused on the memory of seeing the cast list for the performance of The Tempest two years ago, and seeing that she'd gotten the role of Miranda. Which she'd wanted, even if it wasn't technically the starring role. It was the best female role, at least traditionally, so she'd wanted it. And finding out she'd gotten it had been an awesome feeling, even if it was tempered by the memory that she'd been playing opposite her ex-boyfriend. She'd gotten better at not thinking about him, so it was easy to just focus on the list, and the feeling she'd gotten from seeing it.

Even so, she looked down to find that she'd only floated like a foot and a half off the ground, which made her frown. Negating the feeling of the memory and the potion and returning her to the ground, where she looked over as she heard Sierra speak again. Apparently the Slytherin was having difficulties as well. "Try clearing your mind entirely. Focus on a white wall, or anything that is completely blank," she said to the girl. "Then try and think of your happy memory." It worked for meditation, so maybe it would work now. And she needed to try again as well. Taking a deep breath, she took another sip from her vial. Perhaps trying the new memory would work better this time, but she needed to clear her own memory from everything else, first.

Tiffany nodded as Violet taught her a spell. She took out her wand ,pointing at a pile of paper cup and with a swish and flick, she shouted,"Leviosa!" And it works! She was very excited about the new spell that she had learnt. She demonstrated the paper cups onto the table. She thanked Violet with a big smile on her face, looking satisfied with herself.

Violet approvingly watched the other girl levitate cups onto the table while munching on several of the cookies from the plate that she had placed herself just a while ago. Memories and floating around sure made you hungry!

Pips really was a dear. Althea smiled at the house elf and wondered where the other one, Nimma, was. She often saw the two of them together, or was that just her imagination? She watched the students get to it and noted there were some really great use of charms to get those decorations up, but equally, it was nice to see some kids getting into it and doing it by hand. She noted how polite and friendly they were all being, to the elf and to each other. Maybe they needed this then? This little party slash learning experience?

Still on her feet, Professor Schirmer walked slowly around the room, watching it come together with lovely streamers, and balloons decorating the walls and ceilings and yes, the floor. The tables were set up with tablecloths and cups and plates and everything, and of course Pips had brought a goodly amount of party food. There were even signs and banners up to add to the party feel, and the music was giving the atmosphere what it needed too. It was, all in all, very colourful and festive.

Now some students were beginning to try out the potion with their happy memories and Thea watched calmly, knowing some would immediately levitate to a good height while others would barely leave the ground. As long as they had fun and learned at the same time, that was the goal. And even though Althea was one to be focused on manners, she couldn't help but crack a smile at the burping and the laughter and giggles coming from many of her students.

"Not all sticking charms are permanent, dear. I'd manage." Althea winked at Miss DeCour. However a gluing charm was appropriate for sure. She watched the girl show Miss Lams and after an approving nod, walked on, ducking slightly as William Montcenaggio floated over her head. Impressive really, as Althea herself was quite tall. She headed past the tables and helped herself to a slice of cake, careful not to drop any crumbs as she nibbled at it. The confetti on the table was a nice touch, she noted, as Miss Bunbury sprinkled it festively around the plates.

Hearing Miss Carter call out, Professor Schirmer turned to the girl and watched with a mild sort of curiosity. Soon enough though, the girl managed it. Determination counted for something yes? Althea placed her empty plate aside and continued around the room.

Moving around Miss Hunter and her admirably enthusiastic dancing , Althea carefully dodged those students that had managed to levitate, smiling at them in approval. The side effects certainly were beginning to show, although that could partly be the fun and happy environment making the children smile and laugh. It was nice really, and impossible not to smile too. Professor Schirmer wondered if she should take a bit of the potion and join in, but surely, an authority figure such as herself ought not to go around burping, right? No it was best she stayed on the ground in case she was needed. Easier to supervise down here. She caught one student's foot and gently nudged them in the other direction, so they didn't bump the wall.

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"It looks like everything is set up now! Well done everyone. Five more minutes if you want to try out the potion to test your happy memories and then we'll really get our patronus party pumping." She smiled around at them. Having had addressed the class, the professor once more took to wandering around, observing them all in case anyone needed her.

Quietly she sang along to one of the Wizard Rock songs on the grammophone. "Who needs a wand with your magic in me? Who needs a broom when with you I'm flying? Why would I need a love potion brewed? When I already know I love you." So what if Disorder of the Phoenix were relatively new over the past few years? No reason Althea wouldn't like them and sing along too.

"Is anyone having any trouble? I'm right here if anyone needs help."

OOC: Please focus on testing the potion now! Instructions for this can be found in my previous post, which is linked in the opening post of the thread We'll move on in around 18 hours. If your character feels they are done testing the potion, then enjoy the party food and music and each other's company.

Aiden takes a sip of the aqua coloured potion while thinking of a happy memory. What could it be? Hmm... After a while, she finds out one of the happiest memory she could think of; when she received her Hogwarts letter. That should be it! Nothing could be better than getting a Hogwarts invitation letter, could it?

However, her legs still fixed on the ground. Strange, are her shoes to heavy or something?

The longer she was in the air floating, the harder it became to hold back happier memories to test the strengths of others, but she was still managing. Only just. Arya flipped through the air at slowly, and as she did so, floated higher with the addition of happy memories. She was full of them!

Her full height had been reached just moments ago, though she showed no signs of stopping at there. The Puff prefect had managed to make it over to the large windows, placing her hands on it to steady herself in the air while she gazed out at the lake.

More happy memories came.

She pushed off the window, flipping backwards and floating higher.

Ariana took note that she was done decorating she wanted her hands on the potion. Ariana thought of her happy thought Joseph everything joseph and she took a sip of the potion....

After the last intake of the potion, Aiden isolates herself from the class at the corner of the room as she tries to figure out what went on. Why didn't the potion work? That was probably her happiest memory ever. Wasn't it happy enough? Should she try with another memory?

The Slytherin gets back on her feet and sips the Levitating Potion. At the same time, she thinks of when she was sorted into Slytherin. If this still doesn't work, she might as well give up. She doesn't expect this to work in the first place.

... And she was right. Her feet are still on the ground, didn't move an inch of it.

Nessie felt herself lift off the ground she kept rising a couple of feet. She looked down at the ground her eyes wide. She hated heights. She looked back up and concentrated. Concentrating as hard as she could she could not burp. She floated towards the soda. Picking up a cup she downed it quickly.

louise took the potion, she though of something happy, anything at all, she though of the time she first came to hogwarts, her feet lifed off the ground a few feet, she then did a burp and came back on the ground, "does anyone need any help"

Pam looked up as the Grammophone started playing. She grabbed some treats from the table, and started spinning a little in place, careful not to run into anyone. She just listened to the lyrics and spun a little in place. The lyrics reminded her of Nate, and that made her happier than ever. But she couldn't tell if that was really her thinking about Nate, or if it was just the potion lingering.

As if on cue, Nate approached and hugged Pam from behind, but quickly let her go. Not in class could they get away with anything. "So," he said, swirling around to look her in the eye, "What to do?" Nate sent a glowing smile her way.

Pam's cheecks turned a slight shade of pink when she saw Nate. Suddenly she didnt' feel so jumpy. She felt relaxed and happy. "Dance with me?" She said, holding out her hand to him, as if daring him to dance.

Nate took Pam's hand and said, "Fine, but you lead." Just as they began swaying, though, he saw not Pam, but Faina flash before his eyes, and he was unaware of how much it showed on his face. Trying to hide it, he paces up the dance, so they now look more like a couple of idiots than a couple.

Pam was enjoying dancing around until she looked up at Nate. She saw a strange, but familiar look come across his face. She stopped dancing, and backed up a bit. She knew that face. She had spent countless hours crying in the dormintary imagining that face. He saw her. She could tell. But she surely wasn't going to let that ruin her class.

She put on a smile, and curtsied at Nate. "Thanks for the dance." She said, walking over to grab her soda.

Nate realized far too late that Pam was gone. He still stood, transfixed, for a few minutes before blinking and remembering he was in Defence Against the Dark Arts. He followed Pam to the soda table and took one, but didn't say anything to Pam. He couldn't. He couldn't talk to the girl who had clearly noticed him thinking of his freshest heartbreak. Instead, he moved over to the wall, sat down, and closed his eyes, listening to the lyrics of the songs playing. To his dismay, they made him think back and forth between Pam and Faina. Between his longest friend and the first girl he actually... loved. Nate shook himself. This couldn't be happening now. Not here. He got back up and joined in the festivities of the patronus party again.