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"What is it?" Ron asks.
She holds out her hand and a book materializes in it. "It's a room that provides whatever I want, since I'm the one who asked for it," Hermione says.
"Hey, when did you become that handy in here?" I ask. "How come I had to carry all those books yesterday?"
She blushes. "I just figured this part out, actually. But we still need the library so I can make more generic requests. For example, I would not have known the name of that warding book to request it."
"This is really incredible, Hermione! You said you found it on Friday, William? How did you do that?" Harry asks.
"Ah, we had something similar at my old school, and I found out the enchantment was based on the one in this room," I explained, maintaining my cover story. "When I found out I was coming to Hogwarts, I did some research and found out the entrance was somewhere on the seventh floor."
"So who else knows?" Harry asks.
"Us four, and it has to stay that way," Hermione says firmly. "Not even the professors or Dumbledore can know!"
"Really, keeping secrets from professors now, are we?" Harry asks with a grin.
Hermione blushes. "William convinced me of the wisdom in that."
Harry and Ron look at me in awe. I shrug. "Well, to be fair I did kind of threaten her a bit."
"What?" Harry looks surprised and a bit offended. I see his hand hover over the pocket where I realize he must keep his wand.
So I answer quickly. "Yeah, I threatened to correct her diary."
All traces of anger flee from his face, and then he bursts into laughter, joined soon after by Ron.
"Dear Diary," Ron says in an imitation of Hermione's voice, "I met a Yank on the train to Hogwarts. We snogged all day today." He dodges an incoming swat and starts to run in between library shelves when he gets tossed backward by an invisible barrier.
"I would refrain from mocking the master of the Room, Ron," I say with a laugh.
"Right, now that we are all acting mature," Hermione says, emphasizing the last word with a glare at Ron, "we can get started with Charms."
Ron groans at the prospect of more studying.
"Well, I suppose we can start with practicals first, if you like," Hermione says in compromise.
I feel the blood drain from my face. Oh damn, how did I forget this part?
"Alright there, mate?" Harry asks.
No. "Yeah...yeah I'm fine." No I'm not.
Hermione sees me and says, "Okay, we'll start with some basic ones and work our way up." She guides us over to the open area and a desk appears with a feather on top of it. A very familiar-looking feather, which I am sure earned at least a scowl from me.
"Ron, you first," Hermione instructs. He does it, then Harry does it, then they all look at me. I tried to watch their wand movement, but I'm not sure I can fake it very well. With a gulp I step up to the feather, and look at my wand. I think back to my practice on Friday, and try to concentrate the way I did before: focusing on releasing a trickle of magic. Once I feel it nearing my hand, I move my wand slightly, hoping they think I made a tiny swish-and-flick. "Wingardium Leviosa."
The feather twitches, but stays on the table. Son of a—
"Um...it's okay...just...try again, except this time maybe more wand motion," Hermione says uncertainly.
I don't look at her because my face is burning. Harry and Ron don't say anything behind me, but I can feel their eyes on me. I try again, this time closing my eyes and releasing a tiny bit more energy. But once again, my concentration is broken by trying to get the wand motion right, and the feather does a more violent twitch but still remains on the table.
I huff in frustration, Hermione inhales to say something, but I put a hand up to stop her. "Okay, I have to show you guys something. I was hoping to figure this out before classes started, but maybe you can help me..."
I hand my wand to a perplexed Hermione, and concentrate once again on the smaller trickle. I say no incantation, I just point at the feather. When the trickle of magic escapes my finger, the feather gently lifts off. I hold it still for a moment, then give it a bit of spin, then set it back down.
Silence. It's awfully anticlimactic, really, since there are no cool sound effects like there are in the movies.
"Blimey, you can do wandless magic?" Ron exclaims.
"Wandless, nonverbal magic! Bloody hell, William, hardly anybody can do that!" Harry says.
Hermione looks shocked as well. "William, this is why you were magically exhausted, isn't it? Nonverbal magic is hard enough, but without a wand as a focus it takes more magical energy. As in orders of magnitude more! Has it always been this way for you?"
I freeze. What's the best way to answer that? The honest answer is yes, considering I'd never held a wand before Thursday morning. It would be nice to try a different wand, see if I can get that to do anything, but I don't think it'd be wise to do that in front of other people since I don't know the wand motions.
But either response will lead to uncomfortable questions. So instead I shrug and ignore the last question, hoping to redirect their attention. "Last thing I remember before passing out was getting a bit overzealous with a Reductor Curse."
"A Reductor Curse! William, you know they don't teach that until later this year."
"Well we haven't had our DADA review yet, so no I didn't," I smile.
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