“Good morning, class,” said Professor Flitwick.
“Good morning, Professor Flitwick,” replied the class.
“Alright, today, we are going to study the spell, Wingardium Leviosa. Does anyone know what this spell does?”
Several hands flew into the air, including Iris’.
Flitwick looked surprised. “Yes, Ms. Nott?” Rose’s nostrils flared.
“Come off it, Rose,” muttered Albus. “Other people can be called upon.”
“Yes, Albus,” she replied angrily.
“Wingardium Leviosa allows the target to levitate,” answered Iris.
“Very good, Ms. Nott, ten points to Gryffindor!” said Flitwick. “Now, allow me to demonstrate.” Flitwick took out his wand and pointed at a piece of paper. “Wingardium Leviosa.” The paper flew into the air. “Now, why don’t you all give it a go?”
There were several people muttering Wingardium Leviosa.
“Wingardium Leviosa,” said Albus. His paper shot up into the air. Rose gaped at him, as did many other students.
“Very good, Mr. Potter!” exclaimed Flitwick. “Do I sense a knack for Charms?”
An hour later, Iris and Albus emerged from the classroom along with Rose.
“How did you manage that, Albus?” asked Rose once again.
“I’m telling you, Rose, I haven’t a clue! Maybe it was beginner’s luck,” said Albus.
“Rose,” started Iris, “are you incapable of accepting that maybe Albus was able to succeed at the spell during his first try because of mere talent?”
“I am not incapable of accepting it. But he never even studied the spell! So, this leads me to ask, how does one accomplish a spell with absolutely no knowledge of the thing itself?”
Albus saw Scorpius with a few mates. They nodded civilly at each other. He left the girls to their argument and decided to visit Teddy. They had a fifteen minute break between Charms and Transfiguration.
He remembered the portraits and walked very quietly so he would not wake them. In front of Teddy’s room, he spotted a crumpled note He unfolded it: Do Not Enter.
Albus looked around hoping to find the person who wrote it. He knocked on Teddy’s door, but there was no reply. Teddy couldn’t have been teaching class yet. His first class started after lunch. Albus knocked on a portrait.
“What do you want, you insolent little boy?”
“Professor Snape,” said Albus, holding up the paper. “Did you see who wrote this?”
“If I did, do you think I would care? Leave me now, boy!”
He sprinted to the Gryffindor common room to find Iris and Rose doing their Arithmancy.
“Guys, look at this!” said Albus, shoving the note into their faces.
“Honestly, Albus, have you not the decency to…” said Rose, drifting off as she read the note.
“Albus,” she said, “you need to take this to a professor. Immediately!”
“Alright, you go to someone, I’m going to find Victoire!”
When Albus looked at his watch he got when he was younger from his Grandma Molly, he asked, “Where is Victoire?”
“The Great Hall,” said the watch in a bored voice.
“Where is Teddy?”
“I cannot locate him at this time.”
“Bloody watch,” muttered Albus. “To the Great Hall then.”
When Albus arrived in the Great Hall, there was a huge crowd surrounding the Gryffindor table. A crowd made of all Houses.
“What’s going on?” asked Albus cutting through the crowd.
He saw a girl with red hair and a boy leaning beside her. He immediately recognized these people.
“Lily?” asked Albus incredulously.