Closed Wingardium Leveyeossa

[Corn Seymour VII]

At this point, if someone told Cornelius they could get all of his revision into his brain and make it stay there and all they had to do was drill a hole in his skull, he would probably let them. He had tried, and tried, and TRIED, and no matter how well he knew the material outside of class, it all seemed to vanish the second he was in any kind of stressful situation. Like, oh, perhaps an exam. It was years off yet, but Cornelius could already see the shame that was coming. The only Seymour ever to fail all of his OWLs. A complete disgrace. He couldn't let it happen, no matter what it took. So he had taken to the lounge where Tempest was less likely to attack him, hunched close over his notes as he did his best to both remember them and hide the fact that he was revising first year material. "Wingardium Leveyeossa..." He muttered to himself as he skimmed through impeccably designed revision cards, pleased when he actually managed to get one right. Maybe there was hope yet...